The Midnight Storm

It’s raining; It’s pouring
So softly you are snoring 

You are warm against my breast

Milk sweetly scents your breath

My chair creaks and cracks

There is nothing this moment lacks

Together we rock in wee hours of the night 

And everything in my world is just right

You are growing so quickly 

But you only just met me

I am not ready for the morning light

So for now, to me held tight,

We rock together in the dead of night 

As you sleep so soundly 

And the storm keeps pounding 

I hold you to my heart, my little one

My darling son