I bought her some butterfly wings
all sparkly pink and ready to fly
but she hunkered down with her favorite book
with a hurricane twinkle in her pale blue eyes
I combed her golden hair to a shine
and pulled it all back in a bow
A few moments later she emerged from her room,
a head full of hair clips, to put on a show
I asked her to tell me a story
about all the animals she wants to meet
She started to sing and to dance and to swing
and she pulled me right out of my comfortable seat.
I smoothed back her hair before bed
and prayed that her good dreams would start
After "amen" she sleepy-eyed said:
"Mommy, I love you with all of my heart."
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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