Orikomimashita (tucked)


The sun is setting, the day has cooled
The evening winds begin to howl
While the city’s children return from school

Linens are laid, microwaved meals are spread
Homebound kisses are shared
While young mothers prepare our beds

Pages are turned, enchanted tales are read
The gentle words of our bearers soothes us
As we are tucked under cotton-weaved threads

Into vivid dreamscapes, enchanted and bold
Wrapped in the arms of a loving embrace
Just to feel the warmth of our mothers’ soul

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