Your Little Red Bed

I picture you

In your room

As you lie relaxed

On your little red bed.

 

I sneak up to see

What it is that you are up to

And there you are reading,

One chubby leg

Crossed over the other knee.

 

Little Miss Casual,

Head on pillow

Arms holding your book

Up in the air.

 

I listen at your door

As you tell your bunny

Your favourite story

 

And you look my way

To catch me

Standing there

Loving you

With all my heart…

 

The child I was told I would never have.

 

Donna Rideout

The End

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