If you are first to rise in the morning,

  move lightly as you go, 

Children upstairs are still sleeping,

  folded in soft blankets, soft breathing.

Step, more softly than their dreaming.

Step, more softly than their dreaming.

◄ Middle Child

A Long Life ►


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Wed 29th Aug 2018 15:03

Finely tuned writing, capturing such a wonderful image and with just the right amount of words.


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Martin Elder

Tue 28th Aug 2018 16:07

certainly sounds like a lullaby.

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Eric Maynard

Tue 28th Aug 2018 14:53

Thanks for the comment, and for starting my day with some new-to-me music

Big Sal

Tue 28th Aug 2018 14:39


This poem reminds me of the song 'Fortunate' by Atmosphere. A certain line in it has him warn against waking the baby, because there's a lot to get done.


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