the room is dim

with a single bulb lit in the corner

casting shadows that feel like lullabies

as exhausted eyes close to rest

I softly cradle the night

holding a fresh life

a bridge between two worlds

the clock doesn’t stop

yet time stands still

endless bottles

endless diapers

gentle tears

from baby and mother

soothed in each other’s arms

this night is unlike their many before

but dawn will be a reminder

that this beautiful life is now a part of theirs

but for now

I hold this space as it is