Light and Dark

Three sisters used to babysit Back when my kids were small. It's years since I have thought of them But some things I recall. Josephine, the eldest, Was both gentle and subdued. She liked to keep the lamps down low To keep a peaceful mood. Lydia, the youngest, Was an energetic sort. Each bulb was set to blazing Like a night-time tennis court. And Henrietta, in-between, Was full of smiles and fun. Some lights were on for brightness, But not every single one. My husband is like Josephine, Preferring rooms near-dark, While I resemble Lydia, Her choices on the mark. When we're both home we compromise And just so no one's pissed, We tap our Henrietta; Light and dark thus coexist.