Remedy for a dream
She woke me this morning, early
"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!"
Sobbing and frightened from a nightmare
I rushed in to see what was wrong
Holding her anguished little body
She shook and cried while I rocked her
Needing far more comfort than a few words
I took her back into my room
Holding her small hand and smoothing her damp brow
She snuggled close beside me
Sharing my pillow, breathing slowing down
I marveled that I was the one she ran to for comfort
This sweet little child of mine.
bandit1192 commented on Remedy for a dream
09-08-2009
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09-03-2009
photochick commented on Remedy for a dream
09-02-2009
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Lovers, not Friends | 2 | 08/24/2009 |
| Sterile Little World | 0 | 08/24/2009 |
| MOTHER | 2 | 08/24/2009 |
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