The night is filled with silence when
A sudden, piercing scream
Comes crashing through my peaceful thoughts,
Interrupting my dream.
I turn to see you crying as
You sit up in the bed.
I try to hold and comfort you,
But you just turn your head.
I feel a sense of helplessness,
As though something’s not right
Each time you wake me crying and
Reaching out in the night.
June 8, 1982
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