gentle dreams,
stormy night
my dreams occur,
not a fright
because even though
its cold outside,
my mind is still trying to hide.

i dream of my mother,
holding my hand,
its warm and sunny,
our toes in the sand
we laugh and play
and she hugs me tight,
she says,
"take care, it's a chilly night"

she leaves me behind,
now I'm in my cold bed,
i turn over and i see
the night is dead,
it's early morning,
and i realize,
my mother helped me through
the lonely, helpless, 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.