Sunwarmth
The light gently rocked her awake and brieflyshe did not know where she was, but she
was not afraid, because soon she recalled
that she was away, far away from her fears.
Her blanket was cool, but it held her warm,
the pockets of feathers the softest
she had ever touched, better than home,
even on the nights when her mother held her.
And so she sat awhile in the clear sunlight
that slipped in the window and flooded the room,
breathing deep and counting her blessings
and her friends who downstairs, cheerily awaited her.
It was the first morning in weeks that she had not woken up scared.
Poetry by bluebackpack
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Written on 2010-06-24 at 01:44
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