One moment for a baby

June 7, 2011
Born from a cadence
Rocked within lazy slurs
Spluttering from ash tainted lips
Which blocked the burst of light and sweet petals
Forming shapes from leaves.

She wondered (as much as a babe could)
Who first saw that light caress the dusty Earth
And if they too could hear the sound it made
When it fell upon the ground.

And rubbing sleepy eyes
Uncomfortable in arms high above the field of stars.

Rockaby rockaby
Momma’s sigh





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