Ring Mom!A Poem by poeticpiers
Its time for bed my little son.
You’ve had a very busy day.
Now daylight’s fading fast away.
The time for play has almost gone.
I can recall from long ago.
I used to read you fairy tales
Tucked up in bed as the light fails.
I loved to watch you drifting slow.
Into a deep and peaceful sleep.
But you grew up too quick it seems.
And spread your wings to chase your dreams.
Now as I watch the shadows creep.
I listen for the telephone
which doesn’t ring I am alone.
Wednesday, 13 June 2012
© 2012 poeticpiers
Added on June 16, 2012
Last Updated on June 16, 2012
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