Dreamcatcher

A nightmare-holder to someone else,
A dreamcatcher to me.
A former 4-year-old stares
At the gift that now lies before me.
A million colours circle the border,
The gateway to all those nasty, naughty nightmares.
Plenty of thread makes the web
That holds those spider-like dreams.
Carefully crafted by a girl just older than me,
She twisted and twined and turned the colourful string,
Round and round and round the wood
And gave it to me with a sunny smile.
Rattle, rattle as the nightmares try to escape.
Silence as they fail.
Aaaahhhh! I sit jolt upright.
What was that!?
“Nothing. Don’t be scared. Close your eyes.”
My portable kaleidoscope comforts me,
Catches the nightmare
And smiles me to sleep.