In the middle of a black moonless night
                  When all is blowing so cold outside
A little boy wakes up cold and he lies shivering

In a drafty wood-framed cracker house 
                 The darkness in the room surrounds
And frightened, in his bed he lies softly crying

The wind moans through pine slat walls
                  Both his parents fail to hear his call
He hides deep beneath the bed covers sobbing

Someone comes quietly on padding feet
                  He feels the radiance of body heat
As Mamo whispers, “Child, hush your crying”

She bends to help her little shaking man 
                    And leads him by his sleepy hand 
Down a hall where their footsteps are receding 

He climbs into her soft cloudlike bed
                    Lavender pillow beneath his head
She pulls him close and he hears her breathing

The cold he felt is quickly left behind
                    As he revels in this peace of mind
In Mamo’s embrace he is contentedly nodding

So in a warmth he’ll never know again
                     In the arms of one who loved him
In Mamo’s electric blanket he’s softly sleeping

09/27/2000

Author's Note: One of my earliest memories...

Posted on 05/10/2008
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