By Peter Christopher Raymond
Copyright 2013
Holly's heart is full and unfettered
Eager to pull you into the warmth of her sweater
Barely appraised with no moment's waste
Dazed and amazed when heartily embraced
With the tip of her nose she nuzzles your neck
A considerate soul with an urge to protect
Smoothing your hair with a soothing motion
Gently stemming your spririt's erosion
Lay bare the cares which wear on your mind
Whether well-described or ill-defined
Coming from her kitchen she plants a kiss on your head
With a dish of homemade butter and a loaf of Irish bread
When her house is imposingly calm but for the pounding rain
She roams from room to room extinguishing each flame
Firmly insisting every book be closed
Turn off your device and put down your prose
Drawing the blanket up over your chest
Lest you obsess thus tainting your rest
Holly crafts a careful path for your mind to safely travel
Holds the shadows well at hand as consciousness unravels
The feasting beasties stay at bay not preying on your musings
To overwhelm that realm with figments frequently confusing
As you slept your dreams were kept where fear can't intercept
When you wake you find your clothes and breakfast have been prepped