Poems & Essays

15 Jun

My Baby Sleeps (Finally)

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We pass under the plumb birds on a wire,
each one facing the sun, each black beak
a stark contrast to the fiery
trees the color of the sun,
the bronze and golds and reds
against the blue skies.
Like blue eyes now
closed, a sweep
of gold


Candice Marley Conner is a mother always and writer at naptime. She loves all fairy tales and has to take turns with her four year old daughter and one year old son on who gets to be the villain. Evil cackles have been mastered by all. She has work published in Wiregrass Living magazine, Good Taste, Tanning Trends, and Oracle Fine Arts Review. She has a YA mystery out on submission.

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