A Thousand Nursery Rhymes

Curled your breaths Touch clouds in dreams A nightmare’s death Stitching the seams The night laid to rest On a bed of split stone As a dream it is dressed A thread softly sewn A hand wiping worries Off a mother’s forehead As another hand hurries To leave her for dead... Your fingers trace lines On a red silken sweater A thousand nursery rhymes Like a thousand love letters Your tears shards of glass Falling from a broken mirror Slicing mother as they pass The words you can’t seem to hear