Read To Me Daddy Please

My children are educated and grown Live a thousand miles from home A road of books paved their way Still both read everyday Passed years were but a score They were what I was working for I'd come home in the middle of the night A little hand would turn on the light "What are you doing awake?" "Where have you been,daddy? You're late!" While fighting back happy tears From dreamland the other would appear In the room of the daddy hugs By the fireplace, on a furry thick rug Each brought a book and a plea "Read to me daddy, please?" As if I were counting sheep I'd read them back to sleep Carry them in my arms Tuck them in safe and warm I drove a thousand miles Straight through, just for a smile Replant them back in tossed beds To dream of a story we read Now at night when I read a book Think about the time that I took A voice from proud memories I hear, "Daddy read to me, please." an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner