He took the words from a worn old book <br />Oh how I loved the way they rhymed <br />My daddy read the words so well <br />They are truly precious memories of mine <br /> <br />I’d have my bath in the nighttime then <br />My daddy would take out that book <br />There were no pictures at all, you see <br />But still I’d have a vivid look <br /> <br />The way he read this book so well <br />And the emphasis he would make <br />Some scary ones for I could see <br />The monsters but I wouldn’t shake <br /> <br />I’d snuggle close to this man’s side <br />For he was my hero for sure <br />And then we’d put the book away <br />After prayers my dreams were pure!<br /><br />Marilyn Lott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bedtime-poems/
