I originally drafted this on June 10, 2013 and never published it. We don’t have nighttime wake-ups anymore, so I cherish these thoughts even more so now.

Four A.M.
Sleepy little whimpers.
You squeeze my hand.
Perfect little baby rolls on your arms and legs.
A belly full of milk,
and you’re drifting back to dreamland.
Rain’s outside your window.
The whole world rests, oblivious.
With soft deep breathing,
I feel you fall asleep.
My entire world stops
in a tiny rocking chair in the corner of your room.