Night-Night
My sons have brooms
that are guns
they use
to shoot bad dreams.
I have words
that are wishes
I whisper
to tuck them in.
And kisses
that are love
that wants only
to touch their skin.
My sons have brooms
that are guns
they use
to shoot bad dreams.
I have words
that are wishes
I whisper
to tuck them in.
And kisses
that are love
that wants only
to touch their skin.