A/N – And, of course, Em only remembers she sucks at poetry after she signs up for a poetry challenge. Figures.
She held him close, lips to his ear, humming a gentle tune,
A tender smile, a loving kiss; he would fall asleep soon.
.
Her own eyes were heavy; she'd been working all day,
But until he slept, with her son she would stay.
Stifling a yawn, and shifting his weight,
Thinking they'd be here forever at this rate:
She paced the room, her way lit by the stars,
Listening to his soft breathing and the passing cars.
.
His eyes falling shut let her know it wouldn't be long,
So she rocked him gently, and gave words to her song.