Tonight I put Mini to bed at his usual time...it took a while because he gets so scared about the nightmares. I came down and started writing this piece. Lo and behold, an hour later, Mini has joined me because he can't/won't sleep.
Nightmares rain down on him every night.
He never drifts off, it's always a fight.
"I can't close my eyes mummy, that's when they come"
So fearful of demons and killers and scum.
Out come excuses for departing from bed.
A wee? A drink? Something funny a friend said...
He lay with his eyes open, staring and wide,
That keeps out the nightmares, they can't come inside.
His body is tense and his heart beats fast.
He wonders and worries about tonight's cast.
Who will it be? Witches or wolves?
Or the man in the hat who stands oh so tall?
Eventually though his eyes betray him.
They close, and rest consumes every limb.
He wakes so often, with cries and with shrieks.
Sometimes the same dream can go on for weeks.
Witches, the man, wolves and a killer,
Mummy and Daddy get eaten for dinner.
It all ends in loss, always the main theme.
It creeps into sleep, taking over the dream.
I hope these soon leave him, he'll rest without fear.
But for now, through the nightmares, we'll hold him near.
Linking up with this week's 'Prose for Thought'