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She wakes in the night calling me
“They’re here again,” she wails
Clutching her bedclothes, biting on her lip,
She looks to me for safety
Says they are on the walls
She sees them dancing, prancing
One, in particular, being nasty to her.
I hold her reassuring her she is safe
As I look around, I see them too
But I know who they are
They have visited me more than once
I shut my eyes, but they are still there.
They are angels I tell my baby,
They mean no harm,
They come to watch over you
Each has a special job to do
One will see you asleep
One will watch as you grow
One will create every good dream
But the prancing one can be mischievous
So don’t be alarmed by his antics.
She settles down in my arms
I place her head upon her pillow
Kiss her eyes asleep.
I look up and tell them to behave
They gaze back, knowing what I mean.