The youngest one
It shouldn’t be nightmares, not every
Yet. Here
Firm little feet paddling floorboards
Hand on doona,
Whispering in.
Limbs to mother.
Anchor from sad nothing.
Wrapped like a liferaft, and
Finally sleep.
2012
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The youngest one
It shouldn’t be nightmares, not every
Yet. Here
Firm little feet paddling floorboards
Hand on doona,
Whispering in.
Limbs to mother.
Anchor from sad nothing.
Wrapped like a liferaft, and
Finally sleep.
2012
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