The light crackles against the sky,

fighting for dominance over the strawberry moon.

The gentle sway of leaves

echo the clutch of your tiny hand

against my finger.

You snuggle into your mother’s breast

as you are rocked to sleep. 

Echoing the gentle sway of the leaves

Your big bright eyes, wide, even in the darkness.

Searching for your mother’s face.

Her anger over trivial daily annoyances melts away 

and leaves just the damp sweat of the day

As she rocks you, to the gentle sway and the calming heart

Waiting for you to drift away.