a child lost in the fear
and the insecurity of
sleeping time dreaming
of tumbling pennies
enclothed in tapioca
filling up his throat
you exuded the calm
of a pieta as you tip-
toed into my dream
bringing calm and
serenity in your wake
motivated by love for
your brown haired son
your soothing effusion
ebbed my fear and the
warmth of your cuddle
returned me to sleep
beneath a scattering
of orange and yellow
soft snow- like petals
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