Like Saddleback
is your young back
Or some other long hill
as you lie still
Peacefully sleeping,
soft daylight sweeping
Down contoured folds
of the blanket that holds
You - dreaming late, unknowing
the new day's busy ebbing and flowing
I shall think of this poem each time my daughters sleep late at the weekend. This is a lovely poem for parents. Well done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem that I would love to read when I see my granddaughter Anayah sleeping. Loved the fourth and the fifth couplets particularly.