when the sheep we are counting
as we slowly dissolve into sleep
suddenly turn into dementors
trying to suck out our souls,
and we suddenly soak the sheets
with our night sweats, you pick us
up and set us in a chair, while
you calmly put on fresh bedding.
when those fears we thought
we had tossed in the hamper
suddenly start bouncing
on the bed waking us up as
they sing and dance and cheer,
you take us up in your arms,
carrying us to your own bed,
where we can nestle under
the soft duvet, slowly drifting
off to sleep as you sing those
lullabies of grace and love
we learned so long ago.
(c) 2025 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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