5:14 AM

The low light of dawn appears

Not from the sun,

Which isn't near

But from the little pearl string lights

Above my head

Strung through the metal loops

Of my bed

My baby nestles into my arm

Another one cries upstairs

My husband treads slowly 

To calm little fears

And also our son

Who from his bed strayed

Breathing softly

Yes, it is a new day

Good morning.