A Magical Interlude

away from home
small lonely and afraid
shivering with fever
on decks of cardboard

silent tears wishing hard
for some relief
painkiller at least
to bring the fever down

praying for surcease
let me die O Lord
hunger and pain
won't exist in heaven

Deep sleep ensued
dreamt of a proper bed
and a table of food
was so happy in that dream

woke up tired
but with fever gone
found a fiver in my jeans
had a feast in a bowl

Prayers answered after all
I knew it was magical.