When I am tucked up in my bed,
after I say my night prayers;
Ma gently pats my sleepy head,
and we share our daily cares.
Then its special story time!
Wild and wondrous tales for me,
till the clock begins its chime,
we're on a story-telling spree...
There must be dragons, breathing fires,
and a crocodile with rotten teeth;
A castle with two golden spires,
with a dungeon underneath.
There must be seven monkeys thieves,
who ride the wailing crocodile,
and mend his teeth with magic leaves,
to steal them when he learns to smile..!
There must be ships with golden sails,
White aeroplanes that fly to space;
Eleven giant laughing whales,
A pirate with a monster face.
Then, Ma, she smiles and ponders,
and puts on her thinking cap;
Her thoughts begin their wanders,
as my head drops on her lap.
Her lilting voice meanders on,
through the stories that she weaves;
I'm laughing with a great big yawn,
at all the wily monkey thieves.
That night, I dream of golden ships,
that sail to far off lands;
I find hidden treasure on my trips,
in shining glowing jeweled sands.
That morning, when I wake up,
As bow my head to pray,
Ma is smiling in her tea-cup,
as smiles greet the brand new day!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a fine poem for children, Roann. loved it.