Light

Shannon West

I’m afraid of the dark and so is he

We hold each other close and drift off into dreams

The closet light is on - just how we like it

Light spills from beneath the door bathing the room in its warmth

The basement, being alone, silence, death - belong to the dark

The kitchen table, love, togetherness, life - belong to the light

Kindred spirits safe in our nest

We don’t need to fear the shadows

We can see them as well as they can see us

The irony is not lost on me that when we are most at peace, we close our eyes

Embracing the darkness

I am empathetic

Because I still fear the dark

Maybe moms aren’t supposed to admit that

I don’t think it’s a weakness

It just is

But what a privilege it is

To be his light now

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