Putting My Son to Sleep
All day I sit and move numbers and pixels
I solve nothing
I create little
I use only a small part of my ability and love.
I do not make the world better sitting here.
But I can make your world better.
Every night when I come home.
The best part of my day is stroking your golden hair.
Putting you to sleep
Singing you songs that I know
Watching you close
And rest peacefully.
