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I close my eyes and see a place
Green all around, wind in my face
Gentle breeze kissing my hair so soft
Sun so bright, in the sky aloft
Waves kiss the sand tide begins to turn
White capped waves, watch the water churn
Gulls on wing call to one another
On high, each responds to the other
No other sound, no people here
Inner thoughts whisper in my ear.
Demon Comes at Night
New home, freshly moved in and clean
Someone was always watching at night
Though the man could not be seen
The dark back yard filled with fright
Coyotes or bears, thought my brother
I could not shake the feeling
It was not an animal but something other
After the last place, my marriage needed healing
But something was amiss
I didn’t want to go out back after darkness fell
I knew I had to get a handle on this
But whom do I tell?
I woke one night, unable to move
Parallel and above my husband was black
I stared in anger, damaging its groove
It vanished and my body went slack
I didn’t tell him, didn’t speak
Who would believe me
So, to no one a peep
Do I believe what I know I see?
My cat died of cancer
In the yard we buried him
At night he was like Prancer
And sometimes he would come in
Months later as I head to work
There in the sunroom,
Darker than dark
My heart simply went boom
I shined my flashlight
The beam never hit the dark mass
The solid beam flashed, dark-bright
Dumbfounded I had to pass
All day at work I thought about it
Could it be the cause of my marriage issues?
Then the light bulb lit
I was tired of going through tissues
I watched a show that would end these trials
I bought what I needed to save a soul
I filled a bottle and sprayed in piles!!!!
A simple move and my family was whole
My cat said goodbye in a special way
Emotions flooded me from within
I can never forget what he did that day
Weeks after we buried him
My husband said what happened in his sleep
I told him of the being of dread
He was finally able to count the sheep
And I could go into the yard before bed



Baby Girl
Butt high in the air
In slumber softly snoring
Cute feet, what a pair
Watch you sleep, never boring
Chest rising, up, down
Arms tucked under, warmth to make
Never make me frown
Not since you were first awake
Slip into dream land
Again, your dream turns scary
Crawl into my hands
In my arms, I will carry
You safely to sleep
Drift back to sleep little dove
Eternal, I’ll keep
You safe in your mother’s love

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