For many years I had a dream,
Every night, without fail, it came,
Relentless in its disruptive force,
Every night it was the same.
My son’s delicate state of health
The evil thought to blame.
I dreamed he stopped breathing,
His lips were blue and cold,
Even though he’s on every medication,
Of which I’ve heard or been told,
We even had the house damp coursed,
To keep out moisture and mould.
I wake up in quite a panic,
Sure something with him is amiss,
I check he is still breathing,
and give him a gentle kiss,
It is a long time before I relax,
and slip back into sleep’s sweet bliss.
by Robbie Cheadle
Robbie and Michael Cheadle are the co-authors of the Sir Chocolate Book series