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Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Lullaby

Her breath steady, a gentle wheeze from her nose ...
The quiet roar of the AC keeping time ...
Golden lights dance off the haze, decorating the night sky...

Her breathing slows.
I watch.
A dream.

What are other mothers are doing now ... tonight?

I sleep.
Each sweet breath, a lullaby.

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