Restful (For my Mother)
When the emotion's spent and
you fall asleep,
I wonder if you can cry in your dreams.
You snore restlessly:
some inner conflict:
I wish I could resolve it for you.
It is your own.
Your's alone.
And I know you'll be better for it.
So dry those eyes,
those sleepy eyes,
dreaming of better tomorrows.
-Matthew Koutzun
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