When all the patients go to sleep,
when nighttime lights say Count your sheep,
when eyes all close we fall asleep
and spiral to a dreaming deep.
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I am a retired language arts teacher from Michigan who has published a book of poems. I write poetry in the classic forms. My reading interests are non-fiction, especially in the areas of medicine and spirituality. I am a pianist, and also enjoy word puzzles and games.
October 1, 2012 at 11:40 am
Nice poem and a soothing one. Thank you Maggie. I actually find it hard to sleep When I might be seriously ill. Not knowing yet. I am quite anxious and taKing it day by day. I ll probably know more about my infection tomorrow. Love and thank you again. Antoine