Emily woke me at 1:12.
She walked the line
from her bed to mine
and I tucked her one more time.
At 1:17 I saw the moon
in the western sky
a sweet potato pie.
Once slice, low upon a rhyme.
A dipper as big as forever
over my head like a caption.
Stars were a splashin’
into my soul and onto the pines.
1:34 was when I lay me down again.
Goodnight moon was all I said.
I prayed twinkled stars on her head.
So thankful for how she shines.
praying twinkled stars on her head..love this jerry…such a gentle capture of a moment..