As the day came to an end,
I hope you sleep well to do it all again.
As you rest your weary head,
I hope you found that comfort in your bed.
Whether if your day was swell,
Or if it simply just didn't go well.
Nonetheless I just wanted to say:
I hope you have a goodnight before you awake for the day.
As this poem will be right here when you do,
Because I couldn't help but write this one for you.
So as the Starry Night shines & The Moon gleams,
I hope you have a Goodnight & Sweet Dreams.
About the Creator
J
Gather around everyone... It's Storytime
& maybe, just maybe, one of these can help you through the day..
- Jacob
Reaching Out
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson5 days ago in Fiction
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