Comfort
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
Eye am comforted
by my dreams:
one of my blue-eyed daughter
baby toddler
asleep in my arms
as I sat
and one of my long-dead Dad
cradling me
in his big lap
Eye am comforted
by my dreams:
one of my blue-eyed daughter
baby toddler
asleep in my arms
as I sat
and one of my long-dead Dad
cradling me
in his big lap