Good Morning,
I woke and wrote the following poem this morning. As it suggests I spent my early hours with my son who had had a nightmare. It made me think how much courage kids show in those moments while leaving the safety of their beds, too the safety of their parents bed. Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed my cuddles.
Comfort Found
Tiny heart pounds through the dim,
Goosebumps scatter cold, wet skin.
Sheer fear grips his very soul.
Stalks toward his inviting goal.
Cold feet seek that warmer skin,
Searching for that heat within.
His racing pulse begins to calm,
While nestled in his mothers arms.
His courage now knows no bounds.
In the softest comfort he has found.
By Helen Stallard
March 11, 2014
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