It's 1:00a.m. and I'm holding my baby girl. We walk and look at the yellow moon. All is oh so quiet. The air is still but fresh. I'll sleep when I'm old, I think. For now I have her, my baby, to hold and protect from everything bad. From coyotes and loud noises. For now I am here, knowing this time won't last.
The days are long, but the years are short.