Two dear, sleepy heads, now tucked into bed
with a kiss, and a prayer, and good night's all said.
Each day has its wiggles, its tantrums and giggles
that still to a sigh, as they snuggle in bed.
We tiptoe from their room. Has the day passed so soon?
Did we play enough games? Were enough stories read?
But as morning grows light, sunny faces in sight,
assure me again of a full day ahead!
A new chance to grow, to listen and know,
to love and to treasure, those dear sleepy heads!
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 12:55 AM UTC
Two dear, sleepy heads, now tucked into bed
with a kiss, and a prayer, and good night's all said.
Each day has its wiggles, its tantrums and giggles
that still to a sigh, as they snuggle in bed.
We tiptoe from their room. Has the day passed so soon?
Did we play enough games? Were enough stories read?
But as morning grows light, sunny faces in sight,
assure me again of a full day ahead!
A new chance to grow, to listen and know,
to love and to treasure, those dear sleepy heads!
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