Rituals
Time for bed sleepy head
she whispered in my ear
heavy eyes filled with grit
the sand man’s visit was complete
gently placeed between the sheets
orange blossom , strawberry cake
banana pudding or pumpkin pie
silly thoughts that make no sense
drifitng off towards a new day
a hug and a kiss
the last of the night time rituals unfold.
sweet dreams
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i was scared of the sand man, and the rest of the poem was so sweet. i liked the yummy part in the middle. this is so tender.