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Written by H. WEND. April 7th, 2023.
Five little ones sleeping peacefully- each of them positioned around their mother, close enough to reach out should a bad dream come their way. It was there, she prayed she would be able to hold them close for as long as time would allow.
When I was a little girl my siblings and I rarely slept in our bedrooms. Dad worked nights as a Taxi driver which meant the evenings were reserved for my mother and us kids. Evenings felt like another world, it was a hidden safe space.
Every night, after dinner and baths, my mother would slide our mattresses out of our bedrooms and lay them across the living room floor.
We would help by carrying out our blankets and pillows before finding a comfy place to snuggle in and watch TV shows before we went to sleep.
It was our cocoon.
Each of us fell asleep within an arms reach of each other, safe and sound.
The cocoon was warm, comforting and undetected by monsters and bad things.
There, in our cocoon, it seemed nothing could go wrong.
It was just a mother and her babies; my mother and us kids.
Dear Jo-Anne 