My Bed – A Poem

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.

 

-Wysteria

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