safe in her husbands arms with peaceful sigh
now slumbers youthful wife while dreams beguile
storm's thunder passes: some ire others mild
clap in the air, from lover must she pry

babe's cry rings out in starlit sky
and mother rushes toward her child
was he awoke from storm, or's ***** defiled?
with turn of little light see smile that's shy

she lifts him up from crib of purest white
on changing table she lays little one
fresh, no new diaper, she picks him up and
his eyes gaze up with the shade bluest bright
love sounding in voice, mother hums to son
she starts to rock him back off to dream land