morning lullabies

yesterday i woke up
with your head on my arm.
my hand was numb, circulation gone
but i dared not move the pretty sleeping one.
sun had painted patterns on your face,
as you breathed the sunday air
you rolled onto my open arm,
i became your pillow,
you let me smooth your hair.
i will sing you morning lullabies,
you are beautiful and peaceful this way

~Ingrid Michaelson