Stories

A. F. Naturaliy

Waiting under my covers

Like a dog                          scraps.

 waiting for

                               on,

The nightlight flicks          

                                         Illuminating the room dimly.

My father sits

                                down,

Our special book in h     n

                                     a      d.

He speaks of kings and princesses,

Unbeknown to him, it is i n s p i r i n g

To the little girl in the top

                                  bunk.

She is eager to hear more,

Despite the "goodnight"s.

She lays in bed            waiting

For adventures from the

Stories.

  • Author: A. F. Naturality (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 1st, 2018 07:28
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is another movement poem, but based on my childhood. ^^
  • Category: Family
  • Views: 13
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  • onepauly

    most of us do not remember being in bed as a child. but its a life worth living. I remember!



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