While you sleep

My mum used to sing lullabies at night, and tell me all sorts of things at bedtime to make me feel better. It’s with this in mind I wrote this little rhyme.


There is nothing in the dark except for more dark,

There is nothing to be scared of, or afraid,

There is no one hiding anywhere around you,

In your bed that I have so carefully made.


In your head there are soft dreams that have no edges,

You can sink into them, colourful and light,

You could fly, swim or ride upon a horse there,

The day is nowhere near as much fun as the night.

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