Childhood rituals.
Telling me how dear I am to your heart.
You sing to me so sweetly.
Calming my fears of the monsters in my room.
Your freshly manicured nails, brushing against my back.
Brushing my hair from my face.
A lullaby was sung.
Amazing grace softly rang through my ears and
Into my childhood memories.
Sleep came so easily.
Due to childhood rituals.