NaPoWriMo Day 19: “Little Soldier”

NaPoWriMo 2013





Cool breeze blows from the window,
From the garden where the twin
Mango trees grow.
The afternoon is hot above the
The curtains stirred
And in the middle of the bed
You are lying still,
Your arms to your side
And your ankles on top of
Each other
As if you are a soldier marching
To your dreams.
We watch the gentle rising
And falling of your stomach
In Peace.
Big, fat pillows are propped
Up against the walls
Surrounding you.
They are your battlements.
In your small kingdom,
You are safe from all foes.


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