My Son

A poem for you my little boy,
The one that brings me all my joy;

Look to this ode before bed at night,
And you'll not worry about the bed bugs bite;

Of fun toys and happy times I know you will dream,
And in the morning your big bright eyes will beam;

You need not fear bad storms or thunder,
They can't find the pillow and blanket you hide under;

So when you are sad or just can't sleep,
There's no need to count on sheep;

Just remember my love for you runs deep,
And that my love for you is yours to keep;

Now your eyes can shut tight in your room,
And know our friend sandman will be coming soon!