Sleeping Child
(A Quatern Poem)
The angelic face of a sleeping child,
Which gives people a very special sight,
A scene that keeps their aching hearts beguiled,
In the car or nursery bed at night.
Matters not whether a daughter or son,
The angelic face of a sleeping child,
To mom or dad is a precious one,
Even better if that little child smiled.
With button nose and hair pixie styled,
A beloved sight since the world's begun,
The angelic face of a sleeping child
Is another way that the heart is won.
There's no finer sight, when the eye's shut tight,
And a day of play has been reconciled,
The look that brings a sense of pure delight,
The angelic face of a sleeping child.
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Author Notes
This is my granddaughter Skylah, the inspiration for this poem.
This poem is a Quatern. I must thank Adewpearl for her poem, There Isn't Any News, for reminding me of this perfect format to use for this photograph.
The Quatern is a French form of poetry that is composed of four quatrains, (four-line stanzas). It is similar to the Kyrielle and other French poems, in that it has a repeated refrain. But, unlike other French forms, it doesn't have to rhyme--there is no rhyme scheme specified. Similar to other French forms of poetry, the Quatern consists of lines with eight or ten syllables each, and has no required meter.
Even though they do not have to rhyme or follow a specific meter, I have chosen to write this Quatern poem in pentameter with a rhyme scheme of: Abab, cAca, acAc, babA, where the first and third lines of each stanza rhyme and where the second and fourth lines of each stanza rhyme, and the A represents the Refrain line.
This picture was taken by the author himself while his granddaughter was sleeping in a car seat.
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