Faith Cecelia Story
Sleeping Child - Poem by Faith Cecelia Story
Oh my sleeping child,
How I fear to wake you up.
You look more beautiful in your sleep
As you smile in your dream.
I sneak to peep thee, asking myself;
Should I let you wake up with pain so deep?
Its unbearable to watch thee.
I place my ear on your soft lips,
Just to make sure you still breath.
Many times, I see you struggle
to shake off this demon,
Only to feel the pain triple.
Then I feel I have no choice but to keep you asleep.
Its the only way I know to keep you at peace.
I apologise for over dosing you on sedatives,
Am sad that it has to be this way.
I wish one day,
You pick yourself up and get on your feet
So we can play freely.
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