for Mother's Day

The Woman

The woman, wakeful, stares

At the face of the moon

The stars dancing ‘round,

While her babe sleeps at her breast.

Slowly, she rocks, now and then

And stares at the moon again and again

And softly, lowly, she hums,

While her babe sleeps at her breast.

A soft, gentle breeze blows

And tenderly kisses her cheeks

As her eyes slowly close,

While her babe sleeps at her breast.

                                                              Katy-jean

I originally wrote this in high school-eleventh grade-and the photo is of a very new Shannon and a very tired me.