A Baby's Cry
Early hours come and go
Listening,
Waiting to console
The one on the other end
Of the cries.
Emanating through the night
The sound echoes,
Racing through my head
As I make it to her side.
She lifts her arms,
I can only oblige,
Her head on my chest,
I slowly rock her.
She calms
And my eyes droop,
We lay down,
Our breathing in unison.
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