A poem

Oh sweet baby A-
I hear you cry out in your sleep
my arms ache to hold you and I want
to go nestle your slumber soft self
under my chin and
forgo going to bed myself
But instead I let you sleep.
When the sun begins to glisten on the snow
then we will start our day and
I will comfort you and
you will comfort me
sweet baby a

6 Dec 05

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