May 2016
As I rock him,
His eyes become dimmer and dimmer
His breathing is quieter and quieter
His eyelids get heavier and heavier
Until they flutter close...
He is asleep.
His eyes become dimmer and dimmer
His breathing is quieter and quieter
His eyelids get heavier and heavier
Until they flutter close...
He is asleep.
Written by
Sedoo Ashivor
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