A Child Clings
Frail, petite frame, gingerbread hair,
Watchful, determined,
You climb the darkened stairwell,
Enter the room large with space for one so small.
A cotton nightie, comfort,
Blanketed in heat,
You lie down.
Footsteps in the hall,
Eyes and ears vigilant,
A breath of hope, the closing of a door,
Forgotten goodnight kisses.
Alone, shivering in the dark,
Anxious fingers reach, the ritual begins,
White beads...
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