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.
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09-08-2009
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09-02-2009
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Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
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