Friday, December 14, 2007

Haiku II

Composed in a stupor last night.

I appreciate
that you love me, my dearest.
But no need to wake

every few hours
to tell me. I scoop you from
tears. Nestled, you seek

with closed eyes, blind mole,
for warmth, milk, and me. I know.
Oh, baby. I know.

3 comments:

arduous said...

That is super sweet.

ScienceMama said...

I love the image of a little blind mole hunting for you!

Ophelia Rising said...

How beautiful and sweet! It reminds me of a Raffi song, with the line that goes, "Baby, dear - we will comfort you at night."

Your little baby is so lucky to have her mommy to hold her at night. :)