Thursday, December 2, 2010

A Little While Longer

It is late.  She is awake.
We rock.
A warm bundle on my lap, her legs tucked underneath her.  They are longer than they were.
We rock.
Soft hair against my cheek.  Her breath is still a baby's.
We rock.
Her sisters no longer rock at night.  But sometimes this one and I still do.
We rock away babyhood.

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