A poem for a daughter
For my daughter, who is staying with me for a few days.She’s asleep, yes she is, oh she's gone for the night.
With blankets up over and teddy tucked tight.
There’s no monsters in here, no there’s nothing to harm.
For her daddy has cleared them, and they dare not return.
Yet the day it will come, but it’s a long while away,
When a mere boy he will take her, yes he will take her away.
And show her things that to her - they are not yet known,
and should not be, and must not be. Not until she’s full grown.
But for now she is innocent, and so it should be,
And her dreams are "of mummy and daddy and me".
Peter
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