Along about now <br />old Day pulls the covers up <br />and whispers night-night. <br /> <br />While up in Heaven <br />old saints are showing new ones <br />the magic of stars. <br /> <br />Go to sleep baby, <br />and may Angels caress you <br />and play in your dreams.<br /><br />James Mills<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-the-children/
