And now she sleeps

I thought tonight 

When my daughter came to me 

And she’d woken up

Crying 

The first thing I said 

Was

It’s ok 

And I hugged her

Not are you ok

Or it will be ok 

or

what's the matter?

Just and simply 

It is ok

And I wonder 

Why we don’t say that 

To grown up children 

Instinctively 

Before 

We say or do

Anything else

🌷(4)

◄ The lobster bucket

And then I die ►

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