Feeling Little

The child in me

is in need of a good story

Something warm and friendly, like the fire in the hearth

That wraps around me like a red and green checkered blanket

Or like the rosy plume of that velvety chocolate scent

rising from the mug in my hands

Studding the night with winter stars and frosted moon

The tinkle of a lullaby, or a smooth bit of jazz

A string of fairy lights

Tuck me in with your words,

spoken and sung at the same time

Burrow me in pillow forts

Leave me some room, just a cosy corner

To feel little

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