Bookworm Bedtime

The sun may be rising,

elsewhere, it dawns.

But here in this house

a little one yawns.
Poking out of pajamas,

tiny toes show.

On glossy-paged adventures

with heroes, they go.
Moving onward from bathtime,

hair perfectly combed.

The sun is away,

but our hearts haven’t roamed.

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