POEM: BEDTIME STORIES

 Here is a poem I wrote. I hope you enjoy it.

BEDTIME STORIES

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 ©