Come Unto Me
A cough then silence
Soft sniffle, deep sigh
Another night’s violence
Has passed safely bye
Oh others get kisses
Get tucked warm in bed
Not damp cardboard boxes
With night’s terrors to dread
By this he accused us
It was all that he said
As she slept clutching Teddy
In her newspaper bed
Copyright © Douglas Dicketts | Year Posted 2014
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