Night stirrings
A poem for Scott – 8 ½ months old
He cries into my sleep
And my feet find
Floor
Slippers
Gown
Dark stumbling passage
Ssh…
Bending down
Smooth sheets warm fleece grey elephant hugging
Ssh…
Now soft sighing tiny snores
Eyelids small pale placid lakes in the half night light
Closed on a smooth angel face
Little heavy warm body
Part of my arms
Swaying silent night
No more crying my love
Mommy’s here.
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