The Day Will Come. Poem by Meku Rose

I laid like a child, small and fragile
In my cold soft bed,
I stare at the sun wondering once,
When will night end?
I close my eyes,
Where still the stares twinkle.
I fall asleep,
Where i dream of fresh made bread,
Soft weaved blankets
And the sound of a mother's voice.


I open my eyes again,
The clock on the wall ticking
telling the time pass 1am
I lay and stare at the sparkly night,
Just a little fright as i wish for my knight
And day to come.