The eyelids of night close upon
A day wrapped with warmth
And echoes of children’s play
Inside the moons gleam
I lose myself with intention of sleep
But I am caught up on a turbulent sea
Thrusting me back to a time with thee
Playing and giggling
Your precious delight
Cooing and yawning
Sweetly rockin on my side
Then the undertow grabs my feet and ankles
Fighting like a stubborn swine to the dinner table
The waters trap me into a flashback reel…
A little home in the aged country
Mama cooking supper, while baby sleeps
Her life brings me joy, so I twirl and tweet
…Mama opens the door with beaming heart
To wake up an angelic daughter
And cradle her in my arms
Only to find…
A scene I still cannot describe
A baby not breathing!
Did Jesus just pass by?
Or Is this just the evil we…
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