Tuesday, April 27, 2021

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 ©

6 comments:

  1. You do have aa way of putting words together that paints a picture.

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  2. What a wonderful mom!

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  3. Yay! Keep writing, Rose!

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  4. Well your poem is so nice with such lovely images. I can still hear my mother's reading voice in my head. Probably the best memory I have of her. I enjoyed your comment on my botanical garden post. Oregon must have some fabulous botanical gardens!

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