There we were mum and me in our special place under the old fir tree.
Dreamily we would be watching the moon beam at us through the tree.
Looking out across the lake such fine life plans we did make.
Fabulous stories we did tell of fairy’s elves and wicked witches’ spells.
Lighted castles on the far shore we could see as far as heaven’s door. My mother’s voice was soft as silk I have not heard one since that was of it’s ilk !
That special time before I went to bed is soundly stored inside my head. Oh! such wonderful tales were told with fair damsels and knights so bold. As the moon beams danced and played slowly my concentration would stray, my little arms and legs would grow heavy as I saw maidens dancing by the bevy.
Finally I’d fall asleep after we’d asked the lord my soul to keep . Gently then she’d pick me up and to my bed she’d carry me up. Then my socks and shoes take off and teddy lain by my side. She would warmly wrap me in my blanket of stars and I’d drift off to dreaming spires.
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