Momma, why can't you sleep?
You keep
walking through these halls
and floating out the door.
Momma please just go to bed.
Lie down
on your sheets of satin
and take your final rest.
Momma you can't keep this up.
You're tired
I know it and you do too
so go into your satiny dirt
and sleep.
YOU ARE READING
Raindrop Thoughts
PoetryRain is the way the earth cleans herself of the sins committed upon her flesh. ~~~ My third poetry collection. When The Blood Ran Black was my first one, Let Me Show You The Night is my second one, and this is the third installment. I know, I know...
