I dream of babies:
Content, rocking back and forth
I hum soft and low.
Then tenderly looking down
I find my arms are empty.
My daughter's birthday is the 14 of this month, and she graduates the 18th of next month. I suppose this has something to do with my dream...
The form is a Tanka, which is a poem based on syllables, with the pattern being 5-7-5-7-7. They work best when those final two 7-syllable lines contain a sort of turn or surprise that the first three lines might not wholly anticipate. This prompt is from NaPoWriMo Day 11.