Thursday, August 25, 2011


For beds and the blankets of hope they hold.

And glowbugs and bright moons and far away lights

to guide.

For last-try water and first-star wishes, kisses

from fathers only for daughters;

This is a lullaby.

Sleep sweet deep and loved.

My heart sings dreams and I will

never lose,

never leave,

never go.

Always know:

I'm yours.

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