She Comes to Me At Night: A Poem





In honour of national poetry day in the UK:
She comes to me at night With darkness all around. Some half-remembered fright, Or half-imagined sound Has pushed her from her bed. I comfort quiet cries, And gently rub her head To close her tired eyes. The fear and tears now gone But dreams are yet too deep. With hours yet to dawn, She drifts back into sleep.






