Spooking Mom, 3 Haiku

Nightmares wake my girls.

I snuggle and lull them down.

But truth:  I’m scared too.

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Dark angels with hands?

Disappearance from a cliff?

These are valid fears.

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I tell them, “Speak it.

Take a breath and hold my hand.”

But I can’t save them.