Waking A Baby Poem by Jennifer Conrad

As the leaves flutter upon the ground
I strain to hear the distant sound
Of a baby’s cry, warm and soft
Once asleep in her little loft
I relish the chance to hold my niece
Louder now leaves, don’t you cease
Come on wind, it might work yet
You’ll wake her and a beckoning I’ll get
Sure I should feel a tinge of guilt
To wake a baby from under her quilt
I just yearn to feel and hold her now
The wind’s holler is the best I know how