Goodnight and Bless
I am that creased mingle in his dreams,
that eccentric humour, a habitable pocket,
like a lost sweet (sans fuzz), or a petulant
weathercock or a wet capricious wind.
Such are the promises of a child’s sleep –
tin people and stalking horses painted
up in primary colours, a crafty world
woven together at night. I watch. Wonder
where his worldly pillow takes him.
Good night, and bless.
For my beautiful grandson, Ethan.
Inspired by Charles Dickens’s Bleak House