I remember
I dreamt of your
Great-great-great-great Grandma
Who worked at St. Joe’s
And lived there too
She floated into the room
Beside your sick bed
In a white dress
She was holding your finger
And kissing your eyelids
Singing you lullabies
Stroking your hair
Telling you
You are worth it.

Some people don’t recognize
The cleaning ladies
She was one too
Working, listening, all-knowing
Important people
They know the stories
Of each little one
Quietly.

Each night I remember
To hold your finger
Kiss your eyelids
Sing you lullabies
Stroke your hair
And tell you
You are worth it
Every second.