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

Copyright Michael Douglas Scott