![]() Fears of the smallestA Poem by RachelA scream in the night A touch of fright and small huddle against my chest.
A storm in the night Gave a bit of fright to my dearest, my smallest.
Only one night One night of fright and a story told by the best.
Early morning light No more night Just the remnants of the storm.
But next time's a new night, Next time a new fright But still from fear will the young be torn.
With a story and a light, And a little less night, Just a new frame of mind being born. © 2008 RachelReviews
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1 Review Added on June 6, 2008 Author![]() RachelRatcliff, ARAboutWell, I'm ever so slightly insane, to start with. In my opinion, insanity is a necessity for any artist, be they writer, singer, player, or doodle-bug. I love to write, though I often get stuck, and l.. more..Writing
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