For The Children

Poem By James Mills

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.

Comments about For The Children

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'...

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