Carried to Bed

By Sunny B

And when the black mist is standing at my door 

My eyes heavy 

Falling into the cold embrace 

Of an eternal slumber 

The sun will creep in 

As bright as it was all those years ago 

And the world will be ever saturated with color 

Whimsical wonders in every corner 

Not-so toothy grins 

Followed by incessant laughter 

Playful excitement for every little thing 

Not wanting the day to end 

But when the sun lays to rest 

And the only light left is from the sallow glow of the TV 

I’ll feel my father’s gentle arms 

Carrying me to bed 

And I’ll stop fighting sleep 

Forevermore.