There’s a stranger who helps me out of bed.

Washes my face, and makes sure i’m fed.

Some days she holds my hands and cries.

Looks at me with unfamiliar eyes.

I ask her if she will come again.

Everyday she replied, and so I wait till then.

I asked her if we had met before.

Everyday, she replies and I forget once more.

There’s a stranger who tucks me into bed.

She says a prayer and kisses my head.

I close my eyes and in between

The darkened hours I forget my dreams.