he falls asleep easy
wrapped in worry
i rock

no warm milk to pour on forget
no going back to fix it
i rock

Dad’s in the shadows
still cheering us on
the rest have gone with theirs

gone
forgotten

the porch 
the backyard fig trees
so far away
the hammock
swings
as i rock

curled into now
into fetal
piqued
to listen
i look
within
and
rock