Afternoon Lullaby

9/16

Skin on skin on glass on sky, lazy late summer lullaby

Dappled sunlight halos skin, bright eyes seek the world within

Tiny body twists and shakes in fruitless efforts to stay awake

So here we lay and time moves slow, but growing up is letting go

Soon this will be forgotten past, like sets of footprints on sun warmed glass.

Photograph: Melissa

Poem: Steve