A visit from a midnight guardian
Poetry Fridays with Sarah Dittmore (that's me!)
A visit from a midnight guardian
by Sarah Dittmore
It was three am when the snake appeared.
Slithered into my dreams with shining scales
and the topaz eyes of a mother.
Not my mother.
Kind like hers, but with more sorrow
and a confidence born from surviving
the hurricane.
I wondered what memories paint
her fears and how it would feel to cry
in technicolor.
She held me as I shook and whispered
soft things into the folds between
my anxieties.
I wept in navy sorrows and stained
the sheets with unwashed
grief,
While she hummed foreign lullabies
to the tune of some happier child’s
sleep.
Rest easy, young one, she sang
as she dried my staccato
tears,
You are not so lost as you think.
My heart!!!!!