Blanket

Under that blanket at ten,
When panic set in.
Unable to breathe,
Unable to move.
Beyond the suffocating barrier
Was laughter.
Unable to move,
Unable to speak.
PLEASE!
He pulls back the blanket with laughter and a smile.

Now unable to rise from bed.
The blanket is thick and dark.
Been covered so long,
No more energy to fight.
Longing for the corner to be pulled back,
And to see his smiling face.
Please.

Gerald Lee Jordan
Diamond Harbour NZ
06 January 2013