Tuesday, September 7, 2010


sings to me in the night

croons of why
old as stones
the lullaby

of lost dreams
of treasured things
of unhindered oblivion

moon and milk my company

this small fist, tiny sigh
sweet breath

less sleep, yes,
but waking bliss


SWK said...

Just beautiful--the words, the baby, the moment.

Tricia J. O'Brien said...

'old as stones the lullaby' what gorgeous words. I am so moved by the photos and poem. Thank you.

Rayna M. Iyer said...

If this is not the most beautiful thing I have ever read!!!!

"Less sleep, yes
but waking bliss."
So true.

Rayna is absolutely precious.

Julia Kelly said...

Now that is a perfect work of art!!

Faith Pray said...

SWK, such kind words from the verse novelist Herself!

Tricia, Thank you! I've love your blog haiku fest!!

Rayna, thanks for inspiring her name!

Thank you Julia! New babies have a heavenly glow about them which makes all the crying so much more tolerable.

Martha Brockenbrough said...

I remember those midnights well. Silvery magic.

Jan Morrison said...

oh...every bit is golden! Thank you dear Faith and what a treasure - a pearl amongst the rubies and diamonds in your possesion!

Kjersten said...

*Sigh* this makes me so happy. Thanks, Faith.

ruthie said...

welcome baby pray, such a treasure x congrats to you all sweeties x

M. Bloom said...

Beautiful... Your babe must be just a month or two younger than my little one... fun, fun, fun!


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