There’s a magic on the house
When the babies are asleep,
When they’re tightly bundled up
In the depths of downy deep,
When through all the hours of night
From the bedroom door ajar
Comes their steady sound of breathing,
Like a murmuring from afar
Of the sea within a shell
From some distant coral bar.
I have a homing instinct for the stars
The Poetry and Art of Aidan Smith
I have a homing instinct for the stars 
I really enjoyed this, it is very sweet! Can I ask where you got your inspiration?
Thank you so much for your lovely comment. The poems on this blog were written by my father who passed away 7 years ago. He had a talent for distilling the normal highs and the occasional lows of family life into visual imagery through his poems. Glad you enjoy them, please share as you please..
My condolences, you have found a wonderful way of sharing his art 🙂