She takes care of me
In a room where sunshine peeps
and butterflies are doona warm
she takes care of me
breath lighter than clouds
my only oxygen, cushioning
nose to button nose, powdery skin
her small hand, brushes away
the hair, from my face
she traces my eyebrows
says they’re her rainbows
you’re Alice in wonder
but i’m not, i’m not
you are, Mummy, you are
you’re Alice in wonder
in pitch-fork nights
she takes my hand
why you sad, Mummy?
why you sad?
Mummy just needs to cry
but why, Mummy, why?
You know when you cry
because you can’t find your dolly?
Mummy just needs to find her dolly
Here, I cuddle you, Mummy, cuddle
when she’s nowhere to be seen
and her toys whisper in hisses
when books are swallowed
then burned at the stake
don’t you worry: she takes care of me
slpmartin said,
July 25, 2010 at 4:04 am
Oh I just love this poem…such a warmth in it and love…thanks for sharing it.