Early morning rain;
creates soft, gentle light, and
I am reminded how still
you are,
offering up
your warm lap.
Ever here,
you sing "Come,
come, rest your constant
worries and need for doing.
Snuggle your cheek
against my chest. I will
tell you stories
of the many ways
I've loved you
since before time."
- Carol Barrow, July, 2017