Saturday, February 8, 2014

Poems: Tired Baby, Worlds Away, Pale Morning Light

her little head
heavy with exhaustion
lays on my arm
bright eyes
softly closing

Originally published in the Bamboo Hut, vol. 1, no. 2:

snuggled against me
safe in her mother’s arms
worlds away
from a country where bombs fall
on another mother’s babies

pale morning light
trickles through the window
as I hold her
soft face against my neck
let me live in this moment

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