Sleep by Robin Fry

What a wonderful card
this Christmas!
the winged figure had a look of you –
the long, clever face,
the streaming hair,
the glint of gold.
The woman is not you though,
she is “Night with her train of stars
and her great gift of sleep”
but this sky-borne woman
has a train of cherub children
clinging to her garments
where you have none.
You have a train of stars though
and, like her, although you give,
you do not sleep.

Source: Jepsen, Vivienne (ed.) The Ordinary Magic (Wellington: New Zealand Poetry Society, 1997)

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