Ode To Bed
So sleepy, watching Jorge doze before
The lure of bedtime takes my feverish brain
Away to dreams of love, success, and more
All doubts and fears go back to where they came.
In dreams, I never think of failure, or
Commitments—I find opportunities
To help my new family find the door,
Forever close the pit of poverty.
I sleep, and am finally at peace
No longer frazzled. All is well
And he’s beside me, arms around me, all-
Protecting. What a miracle befell
This girl whose fears are vanquished by her bed
And Jorge, knight who out of shadows lead.
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