I Write Poetry

A sliver of moonlight highlights her face as she rocks
She lovingly looks down at the bundle in her arms
Her eyes shine as she sings a sweet lullaby
The air is heavy as time stands still
The clock sweetly chimes in the distance
A tear falls onto the soft bundle she holds
Her eyes become hazed
As she stands
The empty blanket tumbles to the floor
She crawls into bed to welcome the tormenting dreams again