Poem of the Day 7/3/19 – Stopping At My Child’s Door

Stopping At My Child’s Door

Open the bedroom door and look in
Through the darkness,
at you, sleeping
So small, so silent
The gentle rise and fall of your breath
the only movement.
It is not yet late,
but I am too late.
Too late to see you awake.
Too late to hold you tight
Or sing your lullaby.
Miles I have come
Just to look through this doorway
Just to see you sleep,
Just to see you sleep.
The night is lonely, dark, and deep
Are there any promises I can yet keep?