Whenever I’m upset or angry,
I go to my special place and scream for only me to hear.
I sleep my fears away.
But in the darkest hour of the night,
sleep fades and i cry my sorrows away.
The place where children are protected,
from monsters and shadows,
with blankets smoothed with a mother’s love.
When the cold bitter night comes to chill my heart,
warm and cozy,
I sleep protected,
by quilts from generations past.