As I lay me down to sleep.
My day swirls though my mind
Was it good or was it bad,
Sad or did it make me mad
I toss and turn,
Willing sleep to come
Still the day still runs
Round my mind,
Was I unkind, or did I care,
When talking to colleges and family this day,
My mind then turns to tomorrow,
Of the things I’ve left to do,
All these thoughts muddled and entwined
Be for I sleep, I must relax my mind
I snuggle up in my duvet
Kicking out these entwined thoughts,
Think of something new,
To help me feel not so blue,
My eyes roam round my bedroom.
To the painting on the wall
A child knocking on a large brown door
She stands on her tip toes
To reach the knocker on the door,
I then think if it was to open
Who would answer it ,
I imagine a fine young lady
An aunt or even a mother,
With a kind and smiling face,
I feel my self drifting
Peace and sleep. at last.
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