Unforgotten Contact by Bernie Jordan
The world of my mind is silent,
I am sound asleep.
My first fumbled thoughts
form into intent.
The radio alarm kicks in.
My world joins worlds of others.
A young boy’s voice rings out,
‘Don’t forget me, I’m here.’
When bombs strike near, he cowers,
Squeezes pillows over his head.
Until silence. Release, relief.
I press the off- switch.
My own world regained.
Switch my focus on to work.
But there is a child I can never forget,
As I fall safely, silently, sound asleep.