Emily woke me at 1:12.

She walked the line

from her bed to mine

and I tucked her one more time.

At 1:17 I saw the moon

in the western sky

a sweet potato pie.

Once slice, low upon a rhyme.

A dipper as big as forever

over my head like a caption.

Stars were a splashin’

into my soul and onto the pines.

1:34 was when I lay me down again.

Goodnight moon was all I said.

I prayed twinkled stars on her head.

So thankful for how she shines.