I Wish I Can Sleep Again With Mother's Arms

the night without stars
a night with a
dog howling
mother rocks me to sleep
in the cradle
beside her
as father watches
me take
my sleep softly
as the hush of the wind
from the
green mountains
nearby
our house on the
foot of
the hill
under the big
tree that
grandpa once
planted

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!