in the darkness

I wrote and posted this piece a little over two years ago, when Owen was a nursling. Now I've tweaked it, and am publishing it in honor of the little girl who needed me so much last night. It's an honor and a privilege to mother my children when they are sick...even during the night.



Together in the rocking chair
The house so quiet
She and I alone awake
Seeking
Finding
Relaxing, her little body a sigh
Eyes closing again, a gentle tugging
Her tiny hand lightly running along my forearm
And back again
As if to reassure herself that even in the dark
I, as familiar as her own skin, am here
Holding her, snug on my lap
We are warm
Content
Relaxing, together, in this dark quiet time