The Day is Done

The day is done.

It's time for sleep.

No need to cry,

or fret or weep.

The memories

you've made today,

will fill your dreams

with love and play.

Goodnight, my child.

Goodnight, my friend.

The new day waits,

for this to end.

You'll take a journey

through the dark.

A wondrous quest;

you'll soon embark.

And through the tunnel

of your dreams,

you'll find that

nothing’s as it seems.

You'll ride a carpet

through the sky,

or maybe you

can even fly.

A million ice-cream

sundae treats,

or kick a ball

while wearing cleats.

Friends long gone,

you'll see them there,

and fill your dreams,

with ones that care.

And friends you

haven't even met;

they'll change your life,

I'd even bet.

They'll open up

a grand new vision.

Of ancient worlds

and long division.

You'll scrape your knees.

I'll dry your tears.

I'll watch you grow

through all your years.

Tomorrow morn',

just like today,

you'll wake up,

eat, have fun and play.

Enjoy the night.

Enjoy the rest.

Tomorrow we

will share the best.

12/22/06