I woke drowsy, my baby crying;
reaching out I rocked her
singing, to my small sweet babe,
and my husband woke
in my arms, soothed and
surprised.
I screamed, “you aren’t my baby!”
Sleepless hours have
made me hallucinate.
“Aw rock me too,” he pleaded
But I had found my baby
In her cot. Safe and happy
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