Night Terrors – a poem

My son is
Pure emotion
Joy and frustration
Curiosity
Strength
Constant love.
But there are nights
I lay awake
Worrying about the world
That surrounds us,
Knowing that for all I do
As a mother,
I can’t protect him from it all.
And while I may feel
Like Cassandra,
I can’t really predict the future.
In this day and age,
I don’t think I would want
That kind of knowledge.
Yet my nighttime demons
Live in reality,
Which make them so much more
Terrifying.

Copyright 2014, Kat Micari

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