… As I laid myself to sleep,
I recall my mother told me, “Count the sheep!”
I remember her sweet, innocent weep,
With a kiss on my forehead for keep.
The way she so gently and deep,
And silently closed the door, she did creep-
Out of door! Oh, If she only knew in my sleep-
Things are terrifying in my mind if I peep.
Those horrors, so deep!
… Those long-lived nightmares I keep.
They won’t let me sleep!
Sweet dreams are anything but grip.
What I’ve dreamed on that cold night of weep-
On January when I woke up from sleep.
Tears on my face, sorrow to keep-
For leaving home with a ship.
Now I pray not to dream so deep;
But as I lay down to sleep,
The nightmares cycles begin, not a choice but weep!! …