To your tiny face, I stoop down,
My thumb pushing that line
Of tears. They’re cool on
Your warm, tired face, and
Glaze the depth of your blue
Eyes with heavy glint that hurts.
Come here, unto my chest, my
Baby, and feel my beating heart. Every
Thump thumps just for you, every
Hair, and every cell.
Your mind a treasure trove
Still untapped and
Waiting to be found. Oh my
Baby, how I’d take it if I could,
This hurt that wobbles your
Mouth, your soul, for smooth,
Quiet shores are all you should have.
I did the same, myself, you know,
Curled up into mommy’s lap. She
Would stroke my hair and hum to me
And that’s when
It’s hard to see, sometimes, I
Know, that peace is up ahead. You’ll
Get there, you know, I promise you that:
Where the sun is gold and sand is
Warm. The breeze will blow
Through your hair.
For now, just rest, upon my chest
My breath, the flowing waves. My
Baby I’m here for you, close your
Eyes now and sleep. When you
Wake, I’ll have your hand, the
Trail ahead awaits.
If ever those eyes hang with
Hurt or with despair. My baby,
Just come over here, my hands
Will run right through
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