Ode to my mosquito net
metres of white, soft billows fold
bright against incoming dark
how many secrets do you hold
in your protective embrace
mosquitoes cannot penetrate
your life given up for me
you never rest or hesitate
to foil invasive attempts
what can I offer back to you
worthy of your sacrifice
night after night you remain true
hour by hour on guard you wait
no words of gratitude spoken
by the one you humbly serve
isn’t your cotton heart broken
by such total disregard
so now I’ll lift my voice in praise
to you, of you, for you friend
songs of thanksgiving I’ll raise
never will it be enough
for all you’ve done, will ever do
for me the vain receiver
allowed to sleep the long night through
while you, your dreams never come
