Return to Night
Lying safely here in my bed,
Wrapped in comfort and ease.
Covering all except for my head,
To catch a few more zzz's.
My crocheted blanket is weary and frail,
Generations of love intertwined.
The blocks of colors have now gone pale,
But when daylight starts to shine,
Over my head the blanket goes
To bring back the nighttime sky.
Wrapped in darkness, with pin-prick glows,
Steady, constant, as life spins by.
Constructed with love by angel hands,
With beautiful flaws to be seen.
Unyielding devotion through all my demands,
While here I survive in between.
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