I wake in a darkened room and feel my skin all hot and clammy.

My mother’s hand is on my forehead as soothing as ice.

My stomach is rumbling and my mother’s hand soothes it like god’s hand on the roaring sea.

I am rocked on a gentle brook and close my eyes to see the light of home.

You snuggle into me with your back so smooth and straight, and I reach round you to keep you in a coccoon where your eyes can close.

Your body becomes lighter as you rest in me.  I smooth your skin and your heart and mould your flesh into the shape of wings, which spread about me and envelope me in your bed.

Patience, patience.  We will all soon be free and see the light of home.