He read her
Favorite books
Before she went
To sleep
She would snuggle
Up in her blanket
Holding tight
Her favorite
Stuffed animal
In one hand
While she grasped
His hand with
The other
He read these
Stories time and again
But they were always
New to her
She knew how they
Would begin
How they would end
And what would
Happen in between
She would recite
Certain lines
And be just as excited
As she was the first time
She heard them
Once he was done
He would kiss her
On the forehead
Shut the light off
And step out
Thinking to himself
That he should try to
Continue to find happiness
In the things
He already knew
No comments:
Post a Comment