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Sunshine Child

Sunshine child, 
Baby boy, 
Blue hair, 
Bright skin, 
Sleeping tight, 
A forever resting dream. 

Moonlit child, 
Grown up man, 
Gray hair, 
Pale skin, 
Waking up, 
All a nightmarish fever. 

But sunshine child is no more, 
Monsters in the closet,
Creeping under beds instantly stopping snores, 
The sunshine child quickly becoming the opposite 

Sunshine child 
No more 
No light underneath 
Six under 

Sunshine child lit by moonlight 
Sunshine child broken

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Mahtab Bangalee January 2, 2019 at 4:09 AM Oh sunshine child - at the end lit by moonlight/// wonderfully written

Caren Krutsinger December 27, 2018 at 11:12 PM A poem that is well written and interesting in many ways, good job. The blue hair I keep re-reading, wondering if it means blue black hair or if it refers to the sky where dreamsoriginate.