swaying in the rocking chair
my eyes begin to droop
as daddy’s soft tenor
lulls me to sleep
i lean my head
against his chest
hear his heartbeat match
the gentle rocking
and as my father sings over me
i know i am safe
that thru the night
he’ll watch over me
in the doorway
he’ll stand and
listen to me breathe
at my side he’ll come
if he hears me crying and
in the morning when the dark has gone
he will come to wake me
© Michelle Post
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