Asleep on Mother's shoulder
By A. Gagliardi
Out of dimmest wet and muted sound
knit distinct and whole.
Infant knows his mother’s scent;
the fragrance of her smile.
Mother’s breath intoxicates;
inspires her infant echo.
Engulfing bouquet of respiration -
infant drinks her smile.
With smoky breath -
Perfume of life, her silkened skin beckons,
whispers love, & snuggles home -
the manna of perfection.
Her beating heart echoes life’s rhythm.
Her blood rushing in and out -- the tide
sings a lullaby. In the rise & fall of slumber
infant finds a place to hide.
In supple play of affection
her voice coos its embrace.
Sniffing her sound, infant seeks
the world in her face.
the new born knows her mother's smell
If you liked this poem, check out another poem I wrote titled: "When Baby Sleeps" at hubpages.com/hub/when-baby-sleeps.
It is the truth that infants know their mother's fragrance. They also recognize their mother's voice and will respond to music that they have heard in utero.