Hey Mama Rock Me

Sweet sleeping noises 

and the tick of a clock

I could hold you forever

asleep while we rock.

Far-off headlights 

slide over your wall –

light peaking through slats

made for blocking it all.

My hand going numb 

As sleepy lids close on the ceiling.

I can’t feel a thing,

but I’m swirling with feelings.

Your tiny curls,

that smell of shampoo,

may I always remember

these moments with you.

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