THE SLEEP TIGHT ROCKING CHAIR
The nightlight glows
Sleepy eyes twinkle
To a rhythmic soothing hum
Steady motion
Back and forth
Little fingers squeeze big thumb
Eyelashes flutter
And give in to the night
A sweet sigh fills the air
A tiny heart dreams
And beats in soft slumber
In the sleep tight rocking chair
© 2016 Lisa Albert. All rights reserved.
Ann Rider has challenged us to write poems about places of refuge and solace this month. Click HERE for more details.
Post your poem on our November 2016 padlet. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration on Friday, November 25th, and one lucky participant will win a copy of BEFORE MORNING by Joyce Sidman, illustrated by Beth Krommes, courtesy of Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Books for Young Readers.
I have such fond rocking chair memories of my own, Lisa. Thank you for bringing back that "sweet sigh."
ReplyDeleteThanks for inspiring it with your challenge!
DeleteThe rhythm is a lullaby, and that title line is wonderful, that "sleep tight rocking chair."
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DeleteI love this line "sleep tight rocking chair." you poem have a wonderful rhythm to it
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DeleteI could feel myself rocking as I read this. Certainly a place of refuge and solace.
ReplyDeleteHow lovely. I nearly fell aslee
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