My middle child came up to me to me this evening and told me that he had something to read to me. I sat in front of my computer and listened to him. Tears started to well up in my eyes. I asked him if and where he would like it shared.
“On your blog?” he asked tentatively.
“Of course,” I replied.
Here it is:
Bedtime Stories by Miles
In that room, among toys, and a bed,
are trapped words. Ordinary words.
Stuck on the pages like flies on fly-
paper. We free them. The words
fly from my mouth, and swirl in the
air landing on every surface. I read
my sister stories of bad cats and silly
walks and books that help you fall
asleep. I kiss her forehead. She hugs
me tight. The words, at ease, come back
to the page. With ease, my sister
Caroline
slowly
falls
to
sleep.