I was six I needed a bedtime story every day. Stories of crows and sparrows Kings and queens Dynasties Right and wrong. I went to sleep My imagination running wild Dreaming of another world Another kingdom With wonder in my eyes. Will you read me a story tonight?
He looks up at me With brown eyes Innocent and hungry For stories and toys. Four years old Yet so mature And also naughty He teases me with his smile. He won my heart And gobbled up All the stories that i told Fascinated. He had his cars Always the best one was his The … Continue reading Monkey ate my pillow