She dozed off in a Stryker bed.

Her head tilted and cricked.

She mumbled and snored a bit.

It was an afternoon nap

and we just were.

Might I stay until bedtime

to tuck her in and say a prayer?

I’ll leave the light on and the door cracked.

I could be just down the hall

beneath that same light.

“Oh Father,

Come to her in her dreams like the daddy

she once adored.

Oh Jesus, take her hand,

like the big brother she once looked up to.

Oh Comforter,

Lay the baby Jesus in her dreams to hold

as she did each of us in a room such as this.

Oh come and be the light in the hall.

Come and be the opened door.”

“I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for thou, Lord, only makest me dwell in safety.”  Psalm 4:8  King James Version

As you have wished to us many times over;  Sweet dreams, mom, sweet dreams.

© Gerald Allen Barrett and parentheticallyspeakingin3d, 2012.