Lullaby Kiss
I’ll kiss you now and then when you’re asleep
I’ll kiss your forehead, brushing back your hair
One kiss to wipe away and one to keep
And one more kiss to take you safely there
A kiss to bring you comfort in your dreams
A kiss to guard your heart throughout the night
A kiss is always more than what it seems
And kisses are what give the stars their light
I’ll kiss you now and then when you’re asleep
I’ll kiss your forehead, brushing back your hair
One kiss to wipe away and one to keep
And one more kiss to take you safely there
I’ll kiss you now and then when you’re asleep
One kiss to wipe away and one to keep
Lullaby Dreams
Within your eyes I see awaiting dreams;
Flow on, flow on into their waiting streams,
On ships of gold that sail into the night,
And drift to shores where everything is bright.
Bright shores of dreams are waiting there for you,
So sleep and may your golden dreams come true.
Within your heart I know the dreams you keep;
Hold on, hold on to them within your sleep.
Your heart of gold will shine forever bright,
And in your dreams will be your guiding light.
Bright shores of dreams are waiting there for you,
So sleep and may your golden dreams come true.
Bright shores where all your golden dreams come true,
So sleep, so sleep, they’re waiting there for you.
I’m Awake!
I think I hear my mother call my name,
And so I roll my pillow on my head.
It’s morning once again, and who’s to blame?
Today I’ll just pretend that I am dead.
When mother takes the pillow from my face,
And pulls the blankets off to let me freeze,
I’m like a lump of glue that’s dried in place.
I think: Don’t blink, don’t move, don’t burp or sneeze.
But mother isn’t fooled as I fake death;
I must have played this game with her before.
That’s right, I did. I draw a sudden breath,
Remembering the water that she poured.
She poured it on my head, for goodness sake!
“I’m up! I’m up!” I call out, “I’m awake!”
Sick Bed
Sick Bed
When I am sick I like to stay in bed
Where I can rest until I’m well again.
I like the pillows propped beneath my head,
And for someone to fluff them now and then.
When I am sick I have the strangest dreams,
Perhaps because I sleep and wake so much,
Where everything is nothing as it seems,
And fades away as I reach out to touch.
The last time I was sick I dreamed a bird
Sat in my room and sang to me all day.
And I could understand his every word;
I wished that he would never go away.
His song was like a comfort-bearing spell
In which he told me soon I would be well.