Only eighteen months out of practice, I hum lullabies
to this youngest of my sons of my jaded middle-age
as he sleeps like a furnace swaddled against my chest.

His mother steals a few hard hours alone in bed
with all her senses turned to “Off.” His nearest brother
naps in the mid-morning light of a quiet Sunday

while their older brother raptures at Church with Nana.
I rock and wonder what songs he will return home with,
what troublesome doctrine he will echo the simple fringes

of as his blue eyes widen with the retelling and his voice
grows loud. Now I start humming something else,
something steady from a long time ago.

Danny Earl Simmons is an Oregonian and a proud graduate of Corvallis High School. He is a friend of the Linn-Benton Community College Poetry Club and enjoys community theater. His poems have appeared in a variety of journals such as The Pedestal Magazine, Little Patuxent Review, Off the Coast, IthacaLit, and San Pedro River Review.

This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.