(for Laura and Yadon)
A still and peaceful quiet envelops.
Only the gentle rustle of sheets –
as you shift in slumber – sounds
An almost inaudible swish of fabric
Occasionally, there is more, interrupting silence
You mumble some passing thought aloud
Sometimes, it’s incoherent, this sporadic sound.
And other times, it’s sweet simplicity –
an inadvertent confession of your day –
makes me pause and smile then.
As I stand in the doorway
watching your body rise and fall
with each powerful breath, I’m content.
Because baby though you’re aged beyond
a point when you could easily
be cradle rocked in my arms,
I still am pressed into vigil
over what God has given me.
The inspiration word this week for Six Word Fridays is sound.