James Mills

For The Children

Along about now
old Day pulls the covers up
and whispers night-night.

While up in Heaven
old saints are showing new ones
the magic of stars.

Go to sleep baby,
and may Angels caress you
and play in your dreams.

Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 7, 2005
Poem Edited: Saturday, May 7, 2005

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  • Frances Macaulay FordeFrances Macaulay Forde (6/2/2005 6:34:00 AM)

    Tender, sweet, honest. Refreshing.

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  • Mary Nagy (5/7/2005 8:59:00 PM)

    Such a simple yet moving poem...very nice James. sincerely, Mary

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  • Andy Konisberg (5/7/2005 8:48:00 PM)

    lovely poem, very charming. great line, 'old saints are showing new ones the magic of stars'...

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