Sweet Siesta
There is one thing so comforting,
so warm and cozy it does bring
a smile or perhaps, a hand clap:
its all about an afternoon nap.
My grandmother and I
in the cool of an afternoon would lie
with tummies full of tomato soup
and listen to Arthur Godfrey's group
while slowly our eyes would droop
and we would snooze for an hour or so
waking refreshed and ready to go.
Many years passed for me
in the work-a-day world would be
no thoughts of naps or rest
at the office pace we did our best.
Then, in time came this old me
and every day along about three
comes a breathless spell that seems to say
upon your bed you'd best now lay.
And so I go and settle the quilt
so cozy and warm my spirit is spilt
back in time to that other day
when grandmother and I would lay.
So now I snuggle way into a sweet trap
and Mister and I take our little nap.
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