Go to sleep, my child.
A storm outside is raging
but my arms will protect you.
Smooth your brow 
for nightmares 
will never touch you.
I will be here
to hold you and murmur 
gentle words of comfort.
And when the sunlight breaks
and your eyes open
to greet the day
my face will be 
the first thing you see
looking down at you
with eyes of wonder
and love.


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