Cycle

The bed is old
I drop in
from someplace off
Warm
I snuggle in

The bear is old
He holds me
I hold back
Neither
holds out
for tomorrow

The child is old
I find her
as she runs back
to really see
if bed and bear
are there

Relieved
I close the door

Wildfirewildone....Jan. 10th, 1989