Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Not in Bed
I should have put
Her back in cot
I should have shut
My eyes
I should have laid
In covers hot
Instead I stayed
And smiled
Into tiny sleeping face
Into heart, toughness and grace
Thinking, ‘This is your place’
My arms, hardly the comfiest bed
Yet you are peaceful
As I bow my happy head.
Mabh Savage 