Here is a poem I wrote. I hope you enjoy it.
Mother’s voice lapped like gentle waves
against my ears as I closed my eyes
and immersed myself in the stories
of idyllic worlds, allowed them
to flow through my imagination,
wash away nightmares, fears,
and monsters under the bed.
I floated through enchanted landscapes
as she guided me down a mossy path,
alongside a whispering stream
to a charming cottage
where butterflies pirouette
on a rainbow of wildflowers.
The world of reality was forgotten
and I could drift into dreams
float on her words,
ease into slumber,
unafraid of demons
and things that go bump
in the night.
Rose Lefebvre ©