The Little One's Cave

The Little One’s Cave

Her mom told her of her bedtime

Seven o'clock every night

Lights out at seven thirty

But under her blankets

When darkness filled her room

A tiny light glowed in her private cave

The sound of turning pages filled the room

And she would read until the Sandman came

So, her mom would always find her

Flashlight still shining in the morning light

The book only a page or two from where it was

And the little girl still sound asleep

That was so many years ago

The little girl has a little one of her own

Bedtime is still seven o'clock

With lights out at seven thirty

And that little girl still has her private cave

With her flashlight and book

Her mom still finds her asleep in the new day

And she smiles as she changes the batteries

So, the little girl will always have the memory

Of the stories she read in her own private