Wednesday, January 25, 2017

25. Thoughts on a sleeping baby

The way he rests so peacefully in my arms
Like I'm all he ever needs
His calm and steady breathing
Whispers of his dreams
The rise and fall of lungs so tiny
Gently rocks my hand
My sleeping child close to me
Safety comfort warm and grand.
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