The Morning Sings to Me

by Annette Schrab Clark

tears
cold
but sweetly on a pillow
sleepy
the cries
bring
mother to son
singing
"my sleepy one"
she holds him
close
he clings
eyes-
-his blink
-hers twinkle
she sweeps dry a soft cheek
she sighs but smiles
bright
a day is
new
born

© Annette Schrab Clark