The Bottom of the Bed
Our beds are often made of a tree,
spiritual creativity we carve for a peaceful sleep .
I once woke up and found a fire at the bottom of me feet;
I looked and watched for a while and thought it were a dream
I jumped up pretty quickly
to a nightmare it did seem;
I Ran to the kitchen looking for a Tin pan
I found me self a ready made filled up
watering can..
I Got to the TV and managed to turn it off;
I began watering me plants
Before the leafs dropped off.
Copyright © Daisy Reilly | Year Posted 2021
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