The Nightmares

Nightmares that come are so bad I'm afraid to sleep Exhaustion enters making sleep needs reach their peak A little light sleep to settle down falling falling deeply sound The horror no no go away nightmares please dissipate Same dreams every night since my darling baby cried She nursed, very well fed in the morning she died Nightmares night afer night awaking my baby I dread Being rocked, rocked, rocked, looking down my baby's dead (My adoptive mother lost a child, a little girl at age nine months old. Back then people used home remedies very seldom saw a doctor. The child had been sick with a cold, mother fed her and the next morning she was dead. The doctor who examined the corpse said that she had had pneumonia and choked to dead on the mucous.)