Yesterday I woke up
With your head on my arm
My hand was numb, circulation gone
But I dared not move the pretty sleeping one
The sun had painted patterns on your face
As you breathed Sunday air
You rolled onto my open arm
I became your pillow; you let me smooth your hair
I will sing you morning lullabies
You are beautiful & peaceful this way
I know you have to close your eyes on everyone
Let me help you, I’ll sing you to sleep
With morning lullabies
-Ingrid Michaelson’s Morning Lullabies:
