Cakes and cooking smells

    
There is a lady sweet and kind    
sleeping from her labours    
her children fast in sleep    
cakes and cooking smells    
that speak of love and joy.    
Joy that such a pair    
sleep sound in trust.    
A mother's love,oft times    
unspoken,silent,cherished,    
'Though I am far    
I hear their breath.    
Oh!Moon cast upon us    
your silver light,    
keep them safe from harm    
high above their home    
as you do mine.    
I too shall sleep tonight    
embraced in memories    
of birthdays passed,    
umbilical and close.