slipping away

Mar 09, 2008 - 09:50 AM PST

The fog covers the land,
As a mother covers her child for bed.
It seeps into my mind,
Assisting memories into view,
Like a mother’s tender voice before sleep.

Visions of happy times,
When I was five years old.
Barbie dolls with white blonde hair,
And tonka trucks of massive size
Were strewn across the floor.

Princesses with long curly hair,
Accompanied by their charming prince,
Twirling across the wooden dance floor.
Causing my eyes to slowly shut.

Mother slowly sneaks outside my room
When she hears my snores.
She gazes out her bedroom window
As the fog slips away.