little light

in the morning of a child 
the world is bright
nightlights, toys, and imaginary friends

in the morning of a child 
is full of wonder
my eyes are open looking out into this
all these memories intertwine my golden web 
and I the spider

in the morning of a child 
the day is full of plans
cupcake tea parties
fields full of bright flowers dappled with gold
and stuffed animal friends on the bed

in the morning of a child
all of this seemed like nothing 
nothing nothing nothing you can do will shake my confidence
nothing can shake my confidence
not an earthquake 
or a storm 
or a fire
or nothing

in the morning of a child 
the world is full of flowers
reading tea bag fortunes was my passion

in the morning of a child 
in the morning of a child 
in the morning of a child

in the morning of a child
I love the way you say good morning
I love your voice
I love your smile
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love...
"just leave the night light on".

in the morning of a child
 

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    bloom

    on my bedroom dresser,
    demise blooms from cracked petals and dried stems,
    rubbing against a dusty glass vase. 

    each flower once flourishing and loved--
    only to be hung upside down,
    and left to die in a dank closet.