The Sleeping Baby
Baby's belly is full.
We have already played pattycake,
read a bedtime story,
and shared a lullaby.
She settles into my arms.
The rhythm of the rocking chair soothes us.
Sleep slowly drifts into the nursery.
Tiny fingers curl
around the edge
of a blanket.
Her breath comes, steady and soft.
Her hair sticks out - wisps of flyaway fluff at her nape.
Snuggled in dainty, white footed pajamas -
speckled with pink stars and yellow moons,
she breathes out a sigh of comfort and peace,
and with gratitude, so do I.