Sunday, November 23, 2014

Sunday Night Bedtime (1998)

This is something that I wrote about my boys back in 1998, when John was two years old and Matthew was one. It's hard to believe they were ever that little.

I hear the sound of gentle snoring
    From the bedroom down the hall
And see the shapes of little fingers
    Casting shadows on the wall

Blankets cover little bodies
    Warm and sleeping in their beds
Preparing for adventures known
    To little dreams in little heads

1 comment:

Michelle Coffman said...

This is the best.
Really. My all-time favorite.
Well, of the ones that you wrote about the kids. ;-)