Poem for Mrs. Hillary

Bedtime story
silece echoes throughout every hallway,-
every room, and she sleeps peacefully.
Angel nestled in between blankets and bedsheets,
vibrant and glowing, as she dreams the sweetest of dreams.
A distant sound, soft, but just loud enough-
to wake the precious sleeper.
A moment's hesitation,
but cured with the gentle touch of her mothers arms.
And she drifts back into unawareness,
swept away by the gentle rocking and cooing
from a voice so familiar, so fond of.
There is no greater bond.