in the small hours of the morning
when he would wake hungry
i would quietly heat formula
bundle him and his bottle
in the rocking chair
and sing old rock-and-roll
as we rocked
when she would be overwhelmed
fearing abandonment again
we would sit with her and talk
listen, no matter what happened before
or will later come
we are family bonded in love
and that doesn’t change
now, he listens to the Beatles
she loves Sinatra
what do they sing?
songs of love
The Ace Hotel Notebook 