Remedy for a dream
She woke me this morning, early
"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!"
Sobbing and frightened from a nightmare
I rushed in to see what was wrong
Holding her anguished little body
She shook and cried while I rocked her
Needing far more comfort than a few words
I took her back into my room
Holding her small hand and smoothing her damp brow
She snuggled close beside me
Sharing my pillow, breathing slowing down
I marveled that I was the one she ran to for comfort
This sweet little child of mine.
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09-08-2009
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09-03-2009
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09-02-2009
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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