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
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A moving poem.
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Thank you, Janet…