Mommy's Dawn

The river floods with starfish and
everything is still,
a manacle, a prayer
two kids clap their hands.

 

A house with sparkling windows and
toys littering the lawn;
mommy has rolled over
rolling for the dawn.

 

And winter comes like a face
blowing through cloud breath.

 

And everything is quiet,
so safe, so still, so warm.
This place where dreams collect
and dance on the edge of mommy's dawn.

Reviews

[Lyra H]

Nice work!