Thursday, September 8, 2011

Bedtime Story

I burrow 
into Mama's side, 
into her scent, 
into her warmth.  

I focus 
on her voice 
as she reads 
the words, 
as she shares 
the story 
in her 
special 
Mama-storytelling-voice.  

The characters 
play out their parts 
in my mind, 
my imagination 
fills in 
all the details 
the author left out.  

I rest my eyes, 
 hypnotized 
by 
Mama's soothing tone 
and 
  story.  

The next thing I know 
it is morning 
with the sound 
of 
the dishwasher
 being emptied 
and 
the smell
of 
Dad's coffee 
filtering 
through my covers.  

The bedtime story 
from last night 
lingers 
in my mind, 
an aftertaste 
of 
my dreams.


©2011, Bridget Magee

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