Twas the night before work, when all through the house creatures was stirring even the mouse.

I was Nestled all snug in my bed while visions of a great day danced in my head.

When out of my room arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

I threw open my door and what to my wondering eyes should appear but my mother waiting to tell me good night and good bye before she was off to work. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale