Exhaustion is the greyness clouding my mind.
Voices falling muted on my ears,
and a dryness like cotton invades my mouth.
I see my mother smiling down at me,
And she softly caresses my head.
the scent of a warm blanket fills my mind,
As she gently rocks me back and forth.
Tears seep from heavy eyelids,
And I'm a little girl again.
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