#bedtime - Hello Poetry

And she takes the book waiting on the shelf, smelling of milk, toothpaste and goodnight kisses, it's pages cracked, worn thin with birthday wishes, wearing wrinkles wizened by the layers of fingerprints that traced the silk of mama's voice on every word. She turns to find him all tucked up in bed, head cushioned by a mop of curly hair, arms clutching tight a tattered teddy bear. His sleepy eyes draw her to his side and she leans in another once upon a time. Her voice kisses the curve of every word, calling to life a world she has to see, moulding reality to what it ought to be; a place with swings, slides and just five minutes more , sighs breathed to birth a need held deep inside. A land where all the games are fair, with candy houses but no cavities in sight, where all evil is banished by the light. The winds of time are soothed and still listening to the clicks of a clock that never stops ticking. Her child's eyes flutter to dance in dreams of his own and the bedtime lies shatter behind her eyes. It's not her son longing for a land where no one dies. Children are borne of pixie dust and shooting stars to a world of wonder built for each alone . Once upon a time is a prayer whispered by mama's at night to restrain the hurts and horrors of the earth with the soul wrenching fear she's felt since she gave birth. See she has to believe in forever and a day for her love for her son is growing all the while. She has to believe in love and life and laughter. She has to hold close the hope of happily ever after.

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Jun 29, 2013

Jun 29, 2013 at 1:14 AM UTC

ellen-joyce

Once Upon A Time

And she takes the book waiting on the shelf, smelling of milk, toothpaste and goodnight kisses, it's pages cracked, worn thin with birthday wishes, wearing wrinkles wizened by the layers of fingerprints that traced the silk of mama's voice on every word. She turns to find him all tucked up in bed, head cushioned by a mop of curly hair, arms clutching tight a tattered teddy bear. His sleepy eyes draw her to his side and she leans in another once upon a time. Her voice kisses the curve of every word, calling to life a world she has to see, moulding reality to what it ought to be; a place with swings, slides and just five minutes more , sighs breathed to birth a need held deep inside. A land where all the games are fair, with candy houses but no cavities in sight, where all evil is banished by the light. The winds of time are soothed and still listening to the clicks of a clock that never stops ticking. Her child's eyes flutter to dance in dreams of his own and the bedtime lies shatter behind her eyes. It's not her son longing for a land where no one dies. Children are borne of pixie dust and shooting stars to a world of wonder built for each alone . Once upon a time is a prayer whispered by mama's at night to restrain the hurts and horrors of the earth with the soul wrenching fear she's felt since she gave birth. See she has to believe in forever and a day for her love for her son is growing all the while. She has to believe in love and life and laughter. She has to hold close the hope of happily ever after.