It took courage
to put my feet on the bare floor
(where the monsters under the bed
could grab them),
to inch my way down the hall
(as quiet as possible – don’t disturb any
to stand next to your side of the bed.
Curling toes into carpet,
an anchor in monochrome light,
your face half in shadow,
yet beautiful, familiar,
an antidote to the poison of imagination,
the demons that lurk in the dark.
as your chest rises and falls,
Not scared anymore.
from 20 years and a world away.
Every night in my dreams
the same voice, the same face,
still soothing me.
Some nightmares never go away.
For my mother, August 26, 2020