She Comes to Me At Night: A Poem

6 October 2011 / 0 Comments

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.

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