My Baby is Still
The house is dark, my baby is still
No anticipation of excitement or frill
Just here in the moment that the morning brought
Me, my coffee, my dog and my thoughts
The wife- still snoozing in conflict with the sun
It’s light creeping in at 6:21
While the peace that our one gives in his crib still asleep
A different stillness lingers as I begin to weep
Just here in the moment that the mourning brought
Me, my coffee, my dog and my thoughts
No anticipation of excitement or frill
The house is dark, my baby is still
