Tucked in bed,
our little sleepy-head,
since a babe she slept under our roof...
until my husband goofed...
and told about a bear
who'd come for a visit overnight.
The child of four
forever swore
she would not lay her head
in a home where outside a bear might tread...
It took three years of coaxing,
and praying, and hoping,
and finally this child of seven
sleeps in her bed at our home,
and I, her Godmother, am in heaven!
"Honey"...I whisper as I fall asleep tonight,
"No more tales of bears wandering in the night!!!
He agreed
and I am pleased.
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