Lullaby
My sugar foot, is time to go to sleep.
The toys are safely stored, and you can keep
your favorite one or two inside your bed
against your bod beneath the sheets instead
of nightmares. May you have fantastic dreams
of joy and depth (such unfamiliar things
to others less encumbered) with your real
lee feeling just exactly how you feel.
A tickle for your back, a poem or two.
You like the one 'bout lady and her shoe?
A little bit of gigglin', not too much
to make ya need to pee. And then I touch
you with a kiss. My darling missy, may
your dreams enlighten your wake hours each day.
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*Where my babies were sung to, we pronounce the word "favorite" as fave writ.
This sonnet is in honor of my daughter, Mary, whose life has been a poem from day one. She taught me to love by loving.
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