Alien bedtime story

March 10, 2021 11:09 AM

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Black and brown dome machine. Photo courtesy of Charlie Seaman on Unsplash.

Black and brown dome machine. Photo courtesy of Charlie Seaman on Unsplash.

We may not be dying

But we are ailing

There is a long recovery ahead


Two capable hands

Two loving hearts

Will attend to us while we’re abed


The world collapsed inward

It’s under construction 

But we are still buried in rubble


With sonic screwdriver in hand 

And a blue box at his side

He will get us out of our trouble


Perhaps he will take 

One lucky someone

Back out to the stars


But even if that is not so

We all know

He has taken our hearts


Our diseases are uncommon

Yet we all have them 

They are of the mind


But we can trust

No matter what

The antidote he’ll find 


While we may be specks

In the middle of 

an expansive universe


We mean something

We’re worth something

He’ll protect us from every curse.


He always runs

Through the halls

As if he can fly


And while he is immune 

To death

He ultimately dies


Style is important

Fashion is the key 

to saving the world

He is fire 

He is ice

He is rage


He is the night

He is a storm

He breaks down every cage


He is wonderful


An alien mother stops her story, smiling at her sleepy child.


“Who is he, Mama?” She pauses before she answers.


“He’s the Doctor.”

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