Little drops of tear she sheds, the little kid,
mother is not at sight.
Demons from the stories have devoured her, she fears.
She has to cry, call for help,
but fear snubs her sound
She grasps for breath as the demon nears.
‘Oh my baby don't cry,
It's me, your mother, I will never leave you alone.'
Her fear was transient,
smile shines on her little face.
My mother is here, nothing now to fear.
Eyes are closed,
and lo,
sleep is here.
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