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.