JM ( / )

For The Children

Along about now
old Day pulls the covers up
and whispers night-night.

While up in Heaven
old saints are showing new ones
the magic of stars.

Go to sleep baby,
and may Angels caress you
and play in your dreams.

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Comments (3)

Tender, sweet, honest. Refreshing.
Such a simple yet moving poem...very nice James. sincerely, Mary
lovely poem, very charming. great line, 'old saints are showing new ones the magic of stars'...