Goodnight and Bless

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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

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