Once Alex is out of the tub, I turn off the lights, rub cocoa butter on her, put her in jammies then tell her why she should be excited about bedtime. I usually like to tell her she will have beautiful dreams with rainbows, bunnies, etc. You know, toddler shit.
It had been a long day, but Alex showed no signs of being sleepy. Then, a poem came to me, and I thought I would share it with you.
The moon is asleep
The stars are asleep
The trees are asleep
The flowers are asleep
The butterflies are asleep
Everyone is asleep, but your ass.
I think I have a future as both a poet and children’s author.