Nightmares tore Janet's sleep with unseen teeth.
Her small thin legs in constant cramp from dream running.
She was only a child, but not the only child,
beside her, across a gap of oaken floor, in a matching bed I slept.
Whimpering brought me near,"Tell me good things," she'd say.
"Make me sweet dreams Debbie." And I would snuggle her close...
"Warm, small, cuddly kittens," I'd chant
and "chocolate bunnies to chomp."
The memories too long gone to linger on
but I remember the tears, wet cheeks
and sheets of woe night after night
until the wee little girl began to grow,
to shield with the only things she knew food,
food for thought and form sated
sleep came easier.
She grew through the nightmare of longing
that was a home to us, she grew to and past me
little mother, big mother... she sang the songs of love to dolls
to kittens to stray lights in the dust-moted morn
Too sweet to linger in the lost land
where battles must be found and fought..
Too dear to go through life alone, need...garnered family formed
upon the rack of sustenance and the twist of genetic curdling's
she blooms still.
Barricaded at intervals from the nightmares
cramped with too large a soul in too fragile
a form, sister mine, friend of all.....