Sleep like angels (MS)

Tomorrow is an adventure we have already had

when the birds and children lay their head
welcoming that soft pillow, sleep,
they dream that adults tear down fortress walls
and mosters use shields to protect them from the debris.
Waking brings the dreams to an abrupt end.

Yesterday is a game yet to be played.
boys turn into men ro escape the nest
but find only calloused skin & fisticuffs
seeking always the approval of fathers
whose broken childhood had no concept of play
& instead drank away
the last drop of their reason
till they were out of this world before death put them out of their misery..

Meanwhile mothers moan
as they, too, aren’t ready
for sleeping angels
dreams of soft adventures
or soft caress.