Every night I tuck you into bed, I play with my hand across your head, And in every tiny little fist. I glue a mother's magical kiss.
Full of love and affection so bright, To keep you safe with expectation across the night, Mom kisses in your hand, To keep you off to slumber land.
If you dream of monsters mean, Or witches with faces appeared in green, Of snakes that squeeze you oh-so-tight, Or darkness with no symbol of light.
When nightmares catch you strongly with fear, A part of mom is still near, Just spread your hand and blow, On mother's kisses, and nightmares go.
About the Creator
Sonu Jaiswal
Hey there, I’m Sonu Jaiswal! 😊 I’m a DIY enthusiast who loves turning simple ideas into creative and budget-friendly projects🛠️. I believe that anyone can make beautiful crafts and decor with a little guidance and the right inspiration.🎨
Keep reading
More stories from Sonu Jaiswal and writers in Poets and other communities.
Where's the Glory?
In breaking news, rehabilitated Republican Senator Johnnie Johnson (Pronouns: HE, HIM, HIS) called a press conference from the Men’s room of the New Orleans Louis Armstrong International Airport, Concourse B, across from the Ignatius Reilly’s Lucky Dog stand. The Senator had just returned from a sexual reorientation rehabilitation program in Memphis, TN after being publically disgraced at a Buckee’s Truckstop restroom soliciting sex from an undercover cop three months ago. He is a founding member of the Reformed Christians for Christ, a conservative, pro-family and ex-gay advocacy group. In the spirit of being reborn, Senator Johnson invited reporters to marvel at his plans for a major remodeling of airport bathrooms.
By Cathy Schieffelin4 days ago in Humor
Comments (2)
well done
This was so beautiful! Loved your poem!