Sometimes I arise
before dawn
and in those first few moments
I am six again
alone in the endless dark
not quite afraid but
far from mommy and home.
That innocence passes
more quickly this time
with the coming of the light
the radio informs
as the coffee cooks
and I tuck that child
safely back into
his corner of my head:
it’s ok
go back to sleep. mjh


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2 thoughts on “tuck”

  1. I have a three year old. Your poem made me realize she’s really not afraid of anything. Silly

    little girl.

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