Shaft of Light
From somewhere in the pitch of night,
comes a remnant from my childhood.
The door lets in a crack of light,
and there, outlined, where mother stood
is a silhouette, against the wood.
And, as if a star had gone astray
she would touch my hair and kiss my brow,
and brush my worries far away,
while letting me allow,
my eyes to close for sleep, somehow
And as the years have come and gone
I've often wished for just one night,
from where she is, her light was thrown...
And that somehow in the dead of night,
the door allowed the shaft of light
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8/27/15
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