Bedtime Poems

He took the words from a worn old book Oh how I loved the way they rhymed My daddy read the words so well They are truly precious memories of mine I’d have my bath in the nighttime then My daddy would take out that book There were no pictures at all, you see But still I’d have a vivid look The way he read this book so well And the emphasis he would make Some scary ones for I could see The monsters but I wouldn’t shake I’d snuggle close to this man’s side For he was my hero for sure And then we’d put the book away After prayers my dreams were pure!