Bill Grace


Night Light - 4 - Poem by Bill Grace

At bed time with acolyte precision
The night lights are turned on
First, the Mickey Mouse in daughter's room
Then downstairs bath and kitchen nook,
So that slowly in darkness
The house in silence is lit.
A strange ritual in the high sunset of my years
For one who has lived so many of Kipling's minutes
And strives to this very hour.

But it is to me a comfort that quiet light can see
Darkness through to day
For my hope is that in the dark some unseen hand
May grant me quiet light till my dark shall turn to day.

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  • (5/26/2005 9:05:00 AM)


    Beautiful poem Bill. We go through the nightlight ritual every night at our house as well....I may look at it differently tonight. Nice job. Sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 26, 2005

Poem Edited: Friday, May 27, 2005


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