Teresa's baby

A Poem by Heather Corti

My grand daughter is seven and loves to make rhymes with me. this is her poem . . .

Now it's time to
put my baby to bed,
so my baby can rest
her sleepy head.

Rock your baby
hold her 'till she sleeps
so she can have
her dreams to creep.

Good morning sun
it's time to rise
wake up, my baby
time to open your eyes.

© 2013 Heather Corti

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Added on September 19, 2013
Last Updated on November 13, 2013
Tags: doll, sleep, sun, bed, dream, dreams

Author

Heather Corti

Massapequa, NY

About

I am an associate professor of English, State University of New York, who writes poetry, both children's and adult, short stories, political articles, and educational theory observations. I am a wife.. more..

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