So tiny! I hold you with soft tears of wonder
Here in the silence without angels’ thunder
Knowing that love splits my whole heart asunder.
Sleep little son of mine.
Oh what a year! A chaotic world-turning!
Whispers of gossip (how my ears were burning!)
Yet for this moment my tired self was yearning.
Sleep little son of mine.
Pain tore my body (this night like no other!)
Now it is past, and the warm beasts no bother.
Now I must learn what it means to be mother.
Sleep littler son of mine.
Soon comes the morning, the bustling town waking,
Clamour of voices with buying and taking,
Too soon the fears and the questions, the aching.
Sleep little son of mine.
Soon comes the future, oh what is it bringing?
Darkness and terror, or bright angels singing?
But now we rest in the nest of my singing.
Sleep little son of mine.
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