Storied Bedtime

I know a Lilliputian girl
Tucked cozily away;
I climb the stair to muse with her
When dusk has closed the day.

She's seen me come a thousand times
Yet, always with a smile,
Exacts a fancied tale that I
May linger there a while.

We weave our dreams of elfin silk
But, when her lashes fall,
I know my Lilliputian girl's
The sweetest dream of all.

by S. Robert Christensen

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