Silence
Watching him sleep he sighed
Eyelids closed, there is no flutter
Deep sounds of rising and falling breath
Mumbles from time to time are in depth
His eyes and mouth are finally closed
Respiration is slower and relaxation ensues
He seems so at peach for a few hours nap
Motionless, resting like a charmed bull
Oh God, look over this being of complaints
Peace at last – teac hm some restraint
Copyright © Mabel Wood | Year Posted 2008
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