Grandpa's Wink

One night I was trying to put a wide-awake and unruly child to bed. She slipped, and slid, and giggled as she ran everywhere else instead. But then I finally caught her as she climbed upon her Daddy’s lap. He ask her why she wouldn’t go to sleep and monsters is what he got. So Daddy told her a bedtime story that calmed her down at last. His chair sat by the windows, where he could see the sky. She’d noticed that he sat there nightly starring at those stars. He told her to look for one that winked for it was Grandma saying good night. Another one would be Grandpa who would take her cares to heart. And one would be her Guardian Angel to keep her safe at night. But the best of all would be God who would be there to plot her daily course. Then look at all the twinkling ones…. They are the Angels as they rejoice. And the Aurora Borealis is the music to those stars. Now listen very carefully, and watch with all your heart… And you will see you’re not alone in your bedroom late at night. For how can you be alone with so much going on just for you? Then Daddy gently picked her up and took her off to bed. Now she wouldn’t go to sleep unless the curtains were open this night instead. Then years later I was listening as she put her own precious wee one to bed… And you will never guess… She said exactly what her father had said… I went back to that old chair and thanked her Daddy for his wisdom thru the years… And as I looked upon the stars… he winked good night to me, I’m sure… Written when still on Poetry.com... later brought it here to PoetrySoup.com