Poem #11

Not royalty,
but spread out
on royal purple soft sheets
queen sized bed
beneath your tiny form
fevered head
resting upon my pillow
and I wouldn't wake you for anything
Spread over the bed
are Jedi knights,
casualties of the war
they fought as you lay down,
resting
until sleep overcame your tiny body
All around you are remnants
of half-eaten crackers
ground into the soft purple sheets
but I wouldn't curse them
not a single Jedi,
not a single crumb
across my royal purple sheets