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Tuesday, July 29, 2008

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

1 comment:

ailicre said...

so very cute. and i love the poem:D