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.