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Apr 2012
"Mommy, where's my teddy bear?"

Upstairs
             walk slowly
                                  skip 1, 2
                                                   fly

Under the covers, tight-
-wrapped and safe. They start
to cling to my breath and lungs.
My baby hands curl
over Teddy's eyes.

*Go to sleep, little bear.
© Nicola-Isobel H.          17.04.2012
Isobel G
Written by
Isobel G  28/F/Australia
(28/F/Australia)   
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