It’s dusk the sun about set
here comes this little girl all a fret
“Read me a story! Please oh please! I promise mommy this time only three!”
Her eyes so big and bright
Where will these books take her tonight
So full of hope, wonder and delight
I say “ok but just three right”
She looks at me and nods her head
But that sly little smile
is something later I may dread
For up her sleeve,
I believe she’ll have five stories
waiting for me
Three stories all done and read
“But wait! There’s more!”Her little voice said..
My brow raised I turn to her “you don’t say”
Bouncing with hope and intrigue
she says to me
“There’s only two more oh please oh please mommy can’t we just read a bit more..”
“Two more stories but that’s it, sandman’s calling and we need to sleep”
“Ok ok, I pinky swear”
Two more stories we read and this beautiful little blonde looks up at me with heavy eyes whispers “I love you mommy”
“No,buttercup I love you more”
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Author:
Patricia LaFazia (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Loved this. Made me think about my daughter when she was younger but also the other night when she just wanted to read 'one more' poem to me, and then just 'one quick one'. She's nearly a teenager now, but still theres a magic in those few precious moments you have before bed - reading and talking about the day.
I pinky swear this is an awesome poem Patricia. Hold tight to these memories, for in the blink of an eye your little one will be all grown up.
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