Baby Dreams
Baby closes his eyes
He's ready for a sleep,
Mama closes the door
Trying not to make a peep.
He slowly drifts off
To dreamland he goes,
Dreaming about that same day
When daddy tickled his toes.
He remembers being outside
'Neath the sky so blue,
Crawling across the grass
Getting wet from morning dew.
Butterflies fluttered around
The baby's tiny head,
He had a long day
Now, he sleeps, in his bed.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Nov.18/2007
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