Heavy head fell with gravity's aid
To mother's shoulder.
Science need not interfere
When one beloved was so near.
Fast was the moving train.
Home was the next stop.
Strangers alone watched
Knowing twinkles in their eyes
Heaviness of yearning within
To where and when it mattered not,
When mother and child
Together slept, the world flying by
Though transient was this love
No tears were left to cry
Sleepy dreams of sweets
Drowsy soft state of wake
Chubby arms reached for an arm
Mother held tight to softness
Off the train, down the stairs
To home, to home, to home they went.