A Good-night Wish

Now you're here, out here, out here with me.
Fresh from the womb, but now what will I do?
Imitate those sensations which kept you most
Comfortable in said enclosed environment.

This entails: shushing when you cry, or
gently jiggling or rocking you to sleep,
or tangling you all up in a warm blanket.
But this is not enough.

This world is cruel cruel cruel.
Where can I put you to truly comfort you?
(The only comfort in this world being some
sort of removal from it.)

It's windy out, I see. Kansas weather.
Here, in these branches, you'll fit nicely.
The wind will shush your cries. The swaying
branches will jiggle you to sleep.

The blanket I've provided. If the branches hold up,
You'll sleep nicely. But I hope it succeeds otherwise,
that your sleep will be infinite. That you will
whisper me to sleep from wherever you go.