A poem inspired by my firstborn when he was a baby.
3:00 a.m.
I wake to the sound
of sucking.
Soft glow of the nightlight
fills the room.
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes,
I peer down at you.
Trying to go back to sleep,
your tiny fist is jammed
in your little mouth.
Eyes sealed shut.
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