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In My Arms

Wrote this for my boys a couple of months ago. Both of my boys are cuddlers. I love it. Kaden still asks for me to "rock him" at bedtime which simply consists of me holding him a minute while we talk about his day. Kaleb likes a few minutes of cuddling after we read our bedtime book.


In my arms
Let me hold you in my arms and hold you tight.
Lean down and softly kiss you goodnight.

Let me hold you in my arms where everything is alright. 
Here I will shelter and protect you with all of my might.

Let me hold you in my arms for tomorrow you'll have grown. 
For you will be one day older and growing into your own.

Let me hold you in my arms when you're hurt and need to cry. 
I might not erase away your pain, but I promise I will try.

Let me hold you in my arms as you listen to my heart beating. 
These precious moments in time are numbered and so fleeting.

Let me hold you in my arms even when they grow tired and sore. 
For one day I know I will reminisce and dream of just one night more.

Let me hold you in my arms and know my dear, that you are home. 
In me you have found your safe place no matter where you roam.

Let me hold you in my arms for one day it will be the last. 
And all of this will be but a memory from the past.

So until then...
Let me hold you in my arms and hold you tight. 
Lean down and softly kiss you goodnight.

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