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Bedtime Story

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Our young son wheezes softly in his sleep
In the middle of our bed, arms embracing
Stuffed animals, favorite blanket in hand.
For years, our bed has been his bed as well.

He knows his formal bedroom is elsewhere,
And he will go there if my wife and I insist.
But absent guests or relatives, we rarely do.
He always smiles on climbing in with us.

We talk and wonder about things. I read
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Colin J... 13 October 2007

Yes, keep them while you can... When they get older and find their own friends, you lose them, hopefully, only for awhile... Lovely, Colin J...

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