The Sunday Whirl Wordle ~#553 ~ #Poetry

I close my eyes at night
Hoping they open in the morning
I lie beneath the covers
Waiting for the nightmares to begin
A single crow, hovers above me
I hear a shot of thunder
I slip away, against a clear black sky
A million stars, brighter than I have seen before
They fly towards me, a single flower in my hand
Can I beat back the nightmares?
To place the flower in my mother’s hand?

©AnitaDawes2022