The child slept,
Thumb in its mouth,
Hand clasped a blanket.
The girl watched,
Mind in turmoil.
Fingers combed through her hair,
Hand clenched a pen.
She gazed upon the child, and
Wondered ‘Where is my security blanket?’
Wondered ‘Where are my carefree dreams?’
Wondered ‘Where is the peace of the baby?’
The mother watched both,
Daughter and baby,
She went and hugged the child.
Slowly, she pulled the pen away from the child,
Picked her up,
And put her to bed.
She kissed the child
And the child found the answers.
With the kiss, she
Answered ‘My security blanket is with her,’
Answered ‘My care free dreams are with her,’
Answered, ‘The peace is with the ones I love the most.’