Alexander's pride and joy, his son, Philip Hamilton, he was born just a few days ago, his bright brown eyes piercing his heart, he had freckles, oh so many, his small little body wrapped up like a burrito, his breathing is steady, his heart beat, steady and soothing, Hamilton looks over to his wife, she is asleep, she's tired because she just got home from the hospital with Philip, it was Alexander's turn to put Philip to sleep.
So he did, he sat in the rocking chair, singing softly, rocking back and forth gently, staring at his son who is now asleep.
He gets up slowly and places his son into his crib and slowly and quietly walks out of the room, closing the door after him.
