Jennifer Conrad


Waking A Baby

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

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