Emma

Emma

A Poem by Adam Latham

The static hours of night she keeps
Locked up inside her sheets,
And so much like a child she sleeps,
Contented and at peace.


She does not move and barely stirs
Her eyelids for her dreams,
I wonder what her mind conceives
Behind those fleshy seams.


Perhaps a world of puppy dogs,
As every infant knows,
Rotates those tired cerebral cogs
Till pleasure overflows.


Or maybe plain old paradise
With Eden at its core,
Has found a home inside her head,
Has found a home and more.


© 2018 Adam Latham



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at first, i interpret the poem comparing to a baby asleep but later on it symbolizes something else that even a baby can find his way home.

Posted 9 Months Ago


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Adam Latham

9 Months Ago

Thank you, Sette. I wrote this poem a few years ago after my niece was born. :)

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Adam Latham
Adam Latham

Stoke-on-Trent, United Kingdom



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