Simple melodies fill the air,
a tender hand threads though his hair.
Rocking motion, sleepy eyes,
restless spirit, little cries.
Fighting sleep afraid to miss,
one second of life and it’s bliss.
Calming peace begins to fall,
as the crying begins to stall.
Mother now extremely tired,
from a son that has been wired.
Sleep now consuming her,
afraid to move or even stir.
Mother and child...
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