Good Night Kiss
Iíve kissed their tired little heads,
Tucked them sleeping in their beds.
My dayís work as a mother done,
Filled with laughter, tears, and fun.
Now, Dear, a little time Iíll take,
Not to sew or bake a cake,
But in this happy, hectic life,
To sit with you and be your wife.
©2010 Carol Morfitt