Tucked Into Bed
Tucked into bed, prayers are said and a story is now read. Off to sleep the little one must go, dream of dolls and toys galore. Little one awakes in the middle of the night, to play by the bright nightlight. Joy and peace over the quiet bedroom, filled with creativity ready to bloom. Hours must pass, then sleep will come fast for this night. Awaken refreshed for the new day, ready to learn and ready to play. Tonight may bring a repeat playing by the bright nightlight, another night of joy, peace and creativity to delight.
Date Written 7/30/2020
5 Place Dusty Old Memories Contest Judged:8/6/2020
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2020
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