Our Dance

Our Dance, a Poem by Marissa Campbell

Little patter of tiny feet.

I hear them in my mind.

A small inquiring face,

Appears gently by my side.

I can give no answers,

I only smile.

The pitter-pat returns,

To a bed growing cool.

He is restless tonight,

But I am here.

He waits patiently,

Puttering about his room,

Unable to commit to dreaming.

He knows I will come.

I listen out for dangers,

A mother’s ear posed and receptive,

But there is no worry,

Just a dance of familiarity,

Weaving in and out of time.

I rise and tuck him in.

A whisper of love and pride.

Sweet dreams now.

Our dance rests,

Until morn.

 

 

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