When I was young I shared a bed with my brother Donie


 When I was young

I shared the bed with my brother Donie

My night mind filled with whirlpools

And I was sucked in

 Further and further

           Into the terrible 

And my mind swam to depts

My mother often came in

 Sat on my bed

And with her soft Clare accent

  Calmed my mind with a lullaby

She stopped the whirlpool

And I drifted into a soft dreamy sleep.