Midnight.
A time of sleep,
A time of dreams,
A time of peace and quiet.
The whole world stops,
The whole world relaxes,
The whole world quits moving.
Silence, cold and deathly silence,
Evil, wicked, unnatural silence,
Drifts like a blanket over the sleepy town.
However, one naive house,
Obvious to such animosity,
Slumbers freely without fear.
All its residence laugh in the Land Of Nod
Oh so sweetly and innocently.
Silence, wonderful, golden, silence.
Hearken!
Can you hear it?
It's coming from the baby's chambers!
A wailing sob,
Calling out for help!
It's whimper is pitiful and merciful,
Speaking of suffering only it can endure.
Where is the child's savior?
She too, sleeps peacefully,
But the cries poke and prod at her consciousness.
Something is wrong, she thinks,
And in a flash she is awake as her mind jumps to her child.
Within seconds she is up,
Rushing toward her child's room.
Panic and fear coiled tightly in her chest.
Is she hurt?
Is he scared?
Is someone trying to take my baby away?
Within seconds she is lunging through the open doorway,
Snatching up her baby and holding it protectively to her chest.
She waits for the threat to make itself known, but there is nothing.
Silence.
Her precious
Gem
Is
Safe.
Perfectly fine.
But the baby still cries.
With a soft smile, the mother wraps her child in her arms,
Leans against the headboard,
And closes her eyes.
One hand strokes the child's wispy locks,
The other pulls the blankets up around them.
Soft, sweet encouragements fall from the mother's lips.
And dance around inside the baby's heart and soul.
Time passes.
3 A.M.
A time of sleep,
A time of dreams,
A time of peace and quiet.
The whole house stops,
The whole house relaxes,
And there is no fear anymore
Mother and child, bound my love,
By instinct and joy,
Hold onto each other
And bask in thrumming silence.
The child has unconsciously grasped onto it's mother's hair,
But she doesn't mind.
She never does.
A mother is biological,
But a Mommy cares,
Loves,
Makes the ultimate sacrifice for her child.
So all of my readers with a beautiful,
Wonderful,
Charming,
Selfless,
Mommy,
Show her that you will always do the same thing.
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So that by far was not the best poem in the world, but I hope it meant something to you. This is dedicated to my own mother, who I love so, so, so much. Happy Mother's Day!
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Lonely Thoughts
Poetry~technically, every day is leg day when you're running away from your problems~ ((alternatively titled: please enjoy my laughable poetry.))
