Breathe

I could have held her all night. 
Little chest rising and falling on mine.  Warm breath, labored though it was, blowing into a soft rhythm.   Soft hair curling against my cheek.
Though just one cherub was in my arms, they were all in the room and I could hear them, and feel the closeness of their presence. 
I didn't want to leave.
I, the mother bird, with all my little songbirds under my wings at once.
Listening as my nest whispers its own sweet lullaby to the night.