I can tell you the color of the night.
I can describe the mystery of the owl’s cry.
I’ve counted the stars up to hundreds.
I’ve felt the chilly night air through the dawn. 

Yet, through the dimness of night,
Pearly, ebony eyes stare back at me –
With the curious alertness of a newborn.
My lullaby is matched with the rhythm of soft cries,
And my weakness is strengthened by indescribable love.

So, as I hold you dearly to my breast,
I see a million reasons to give up anything for you –
My child!

Editor: Erynn Crittenden