Childhood Memories
Night's hold on me as its many eyes gazed at me from above my head
Night's cool breath through my hair
Night's soft whispers saying "Sweet dreams"
It feels all too like a mother to me.
I dared to hold her, too, as I gazed up at her caring, shining eyes
Her pretty eyes all the more mesmerizing
I closed my eyes and breathed in her breath
It gave me life
And I whispered back in a silly tone, "And pleasant nightmares"
I laughed and swore she laughed back
Off to dreamland, off I go
And I know
It feels all too like Mother to me
It's been a while again since I typed anything up on here. But here you go, another poem. Just came up with it today because I was so bored. This poem is about someone who remembers their mother. It was supposed to depict memories of being tucked in at night. In the memory, the person is obviously sleepy and already in some sleepy-like trance, personifying night and making it his/her mother. This is how the person remembers that particular night. I don't know what made me think of it, even I think it's weird. But I felt like putting something up on my blog since I haven't done so in a while. So anyways, poem mania is what my blog is starting to look like. Oh well :-P
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