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Shaft Of Light
Somewhere in the dark of night,
are the remnants from a childhood.
As the door lets in a crack of light,
I see it still, where mother stood,
where someone loved and understood.
From all the worries of my day
she'd stroke my hair and wipe my brow,
and send those worries far away
while letting me allow,
my eyes to close for sleep, somehow.
And here I lie, now that I've grown
I often wish for just one night,
from somewhere far, her light is thrown...
and somehow in the dead of night,
the door allowed one shaft of light
8/27/15 For Francine's Contest: English Quintain"