Slitting darkness

Silky baby hands at four am. Thumps overhead. The patter of five year old feet, light splitting the darkness as the door cracks open. Laying baby in the crib to the tiny, frail, ar filled sound of,” mommy? I had a really scary dream.” “Get into bed.” A I direct her to the still warm place where baby laid. Wrapped in arms and blankets,breathing deep, I pray. Into her ear, quietly- in whisper. And Light splits the darkness. She calms. Settles. And sleeps.
By: Heather