My previous Round Robin blog post about story ideas reminded me of this poem I wrote when my son was little. He’s 25 now – my, how time flies!!

Bedtime Story

My bright boy shines –
toothbrushed, washed,
hot water-bottle warmed,
ready to be cocooned in
the pages of a book.

Charmed and chapter-ready,
I rest my arm
across his shoulders,
inhaling deep the drug
that is his perfume.

Together we journey
deep into magical words,
spun into dragons,
and forests,
and happy-ever-after endings.

He is entranced,
entangled in the
ebb and flow,
eye-bright, excited, and
“Just one more chapter, please…”

Later, creeping by his room,
I cannot resist
going to pay homage,
drinking in the angelic beauty
that is his sleep.

My bright boy shines
and stirs at my kiss;
“I love you”, I say,
willing my words into his dreams
I turn and close the door.

© Anne de Gruchy