It's hot. The kids are mis'rable. My son
Has gone to sleep. He'll get the rest he needs.
My daughter's wide awake. She's always one
To stay up past her bedtime. And she reads.
We spent a little while out on the stair,
Just me and she, and talked of this and that.
I would have kept it going, unaware
Of time of night, and rooted where I sat,
But she decided she could go to bed,
And left this lovely mem'ry in my head.


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Almost storybook.
You give your daughter an endless childhood,
well and protected, and yet full of possibilities for both
the wood of the stair and the flight above.
Me thinks when she retires, she must sleep sure and with peace.
Raney
This was so, so, sweet.