He's going to bed.
I know that must sound strange to you,
But my inner child is going to bed.
After fifty-five years of sitting up, and waiting for his father to come back
After fifty-five years peering from his closet, full of fear
After fifty-five years of being on complete alert twenty-four hours a day
After all of that.....
The kid is going to bed!
I can feel it.
Don't ask me how
I can just feel it
I can feel him getting ready to lay down
Climbing into bed
Pulling up the covers
Holding close his teddy bear
After fifty-five years, he is closing his eyes
And trusting me enough to go to sleep
Oh, God, I hope it lasts
For, as he climbed into that bed and closed his eyes,
I felt at last that we were one
I felt at last the connection that we all seek
That I had reached him
That we could do that
Join as one
And trust the world enough to sleep
That we could do that is so amazing
There are no words....none
I love you, kid
And am so happy that at last you feel your world is safe enough to rest
And, just as soon as you're asleep
And I have kissed you gently on the cheek "good night"
I'll lay down there beside you
Hold you in my arms
And please, God, find a bit of rest myself.
I'm healing now, and I wasn't sure I would.