His Place

Sitting serene, the lounge of mother’s arm –
Knowing, now, nothing of another place –
A love irreplaceable as his charm.

Basked in attention, withstanding her smarm
By staying ever close to sleep’s embrace:
Sitting serene, the lounge of mother’s arm.

Each new concern will his presence disarm.
Looking upon him, every threat we outpace;
A love irreplaceable as his charm.

Around every corner, in wait, lies harm;
Thus he seeks that most familiar face.
Sitting serene, the lounge of mother’s arm –
A love irreplaceable as his charm.