29 Sept. 1994/17 March 2013
Seven little faces staring up at you, and you know just why they’ve come.
For a bedtime story, for sweet dreams of Tweedledee and Tweedledum.
You animate the words you say. You see their little minds astir.
For who was better than the other, the Walrus or the Carpenter?
Not many moms found the time to read aloud like you ,
and jolly friends you’ve given us, like Christopher Robin and Pooh.
You’ve given much more than food, much more than shelter from the cold.
Where there’s a mom, where there’s a child, there’s a story to be told.
Now there are two little faces staring up at me, I know just why they’ve come,
a bedtime story, for sweet dreams of Tweedledee and Tweedledum.
You may wonder why I’m writing about this, after 40 plus years have gone by?
I just need to let you know what joyous memories you gave—that’s why!
Oh, look! Now I’m a Grani with five little faces staring up at me,
and I know just why they’ve come,
for a bedtime story and sweet dreams of Tweedledee & Tweedledum.
© Patti Hall and https://1writeplace.wordpress.com, 2013.
March 17, 2013 at 9:49 pm
Your children and grandchildren are rich indeed. They have a mum who reads to them. God bless you! 🙂
April 14, 2013 at 7:38 am
cute…i loved to read to my daughter too a few years back when she couldn’t read big words herself. Thank for liking my poem.