A Mother's Night Music by Leslie P. Garcia
The children snore.
Lying awake at night,
Listening
To the indrawn breaths and sighs,
Memory tugs.
I remember
Other nights, clutching the baby
To my heart,
Hoping
The love went through and pierced
The lurking demons
Ravaging her breath.
Then, too, I laid awake long nights,
Afraid
The morning sun
Would warm
An empty crib.
But God and the years
Abolished
That moment’s terror;
The motor purr and coughs of sleep
Are reassuring hymns of night.
And though their lives
Are not finished,
Not mine—
Just rough works
Awaiting
Master strokes—
The symphony of snores
And smiles evoked by unknown dream
Are what there is of me
That’s good through time.
A Cradle Rhyme(Time is Fleeting) by Lorrieann Russell
Quiet, creeping, daddy’s sleeping
Tip-toe, tip-toe, little feet
Making wishes, tiny kisses
Cuddles underneath the sheet.
Stars are gleaming,baby’s dreaming
Nightbird’s cooing on the sill
Mommy’s sighing, lullaby-ing
Moon is rising o’re the hill.
Mommy’s spying, softly sighing
Tiny eyelids flutter sweet
Time is fleeting, night retreating
Shining eyes the day to greet
and become who we are.
Share and Become by T.R.C. Beaver
The pictures become evidence
and I am guilty
of being older
of having two son's
grown now to the age
I thought I would always be.
How is it they have become
young men before my eyes?
The little boys in the pictures
smile from the thin flatness,
the past almost tangible is
a banquet of memory,
the aroma of yesterday
thick and sweet like fruit
grown over ripe, the season passed.
I watch in loving awe and wonder
as they discover the journey
that is their own unique path
and I am proud to know them
as we share and become who we are.
