Sleep now, Little one.

Ten to Twelve.
My daughter sleeps.
It won't be long
'til alarm clock beeps.

In these few hours
of peaceful quiet,
she can escape
life's rot and riot.

Let tomorrow bring
a brighter day--
promises filled;
hurt melts away.

I want to fix it.
I want to keep
her safe from storms.

She just needs sleep.

For Jenifer.

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beautiful