A poem dedicated to my cousin

White Sheets

Clear and crisp;
they fill me with peace.
Like a blank canvas,
you lay on them
and start drawing your dreams.
But now,
I think of you.
I imagine you wrapped in these sheets
Sleeping a deep sleep.
These white sheets,
hold a thousand stories.
Some untold
some just memories.
As I succumb to slumber,
a whisper I can hear.
A whisper so comforting,
But the words unclear.

These white sheets,
hold a thousand stories.
Some untold
some just memories.