Bedtime For a Four Year Old

A whimper, a sigh, an unseen tear; I'm alone again with all my fears. A longing,a wanting,some loving arms to hold; But I shake and tremble at the dark and cold. I,m nursing an eye with bruises and aches; And I wonder why they call me a big mistake. A nightmare or reality I can't decide; So I just pull the covers up tight and hide. I wait all night for a savior to rescue me; But as I peek at the dawn im still not free. A knock,a bang,the door bursts open wide; And there stands the monster who hurt my eye. He hugs,then kisses, and tells me it's ok; He's going to teach me to hit the ball today. As I run for my bat I forget my fears; And the aches and pains seem to disappear. I hit the ball though my vision is dim; I smile, but I know I'll never be like him.