Childhood Dreams

Posted by Asther Bascuna-Creo in Poems - Uplifting on 7-7-12

Evening has come,
little girl.
Night’s satin fabric falls
to blanket window panes
As crickets start
their evening serenade
And all around
houses descend on a quiet
Like busy, rumbling machines
breaking from the daytime riot
I sprinkle
fairy dust
on your droopy eyes
As you wrestle and play
Barbies and Kens
“For just a little bit more, mama”
Until –
arms drop,
eyelids close,
heavy breathing commences.
“Good night little Sanghaya,
it’s time for your dreamtime adventures.”