BRUCE MARTONE


Her Baby - Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

GENTLE IS THE BABY
WHO FALL A SLEEP IN HIS CRIB
TONIGHT
WHILE HIS MOTHER SMILE PRETTY
WHEN SHE TAKES A PEAK
WHISPERING SLEEP TIGHT
MY LITTLE ONE
AS SHE SHUT OFF HIS LIGHT
THAN CALLS IT A NIGHT
BUT IN THE MIDDLE
OF THE NIGHT
WHEN HER BABY CRIES
AS SHE HOLD HIM TIGHT
AND CALM HIM DOWN
BEFORE PUTTING HIM BACK
THAN SHUTTING OFF HIS LIGHT
AND CALLING IT A NIGHT
SILENTLY COMES
THE MORNING LIGHT
WHILE HER BABY STILL
SLEEPING TIGHT
AS SHE TRIES TO SIP
HER COFFEE TO WAKE UP
BEFORE HE DOES
AND NOW HE DOES
WANTING HIS OWN DRINK
IN HIS SIP CUP
AND NOW THERE BOTH UP
STARTING THERE DAY
AND EVERYTHING ELSE
THAT COMES THERE WAY

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 5, 2009

Poem Edited: Monday, April 6, 2009


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