My bed is a special place

I am taking a break from 'Rags to Riches', but will return to it real soon. Since I am taking break, here is something I wrote for my daughter, trying to convince her that her bed is a very special place.

I LOVE MY BED
"It's time for bed,"
Mama says at nine.
My body responds to such a sign.
I love my bed so safe and sound,
such a warm gentle surround.
Mama tucks me in my cozy cocoon
and hums a soft, sweet lullaby tune.
I close my eyes; she dims the light,
and sends me off into the night.
I drift to sleep
in my sheltered place.
It is my castle, my special space.
And as I sleep, I dream some dreams,
they feel so real, so real it seems.
But I am safe in my peaceful sleep,
in my bed, my sanctuary deep.
When day break comes
with morning glow,
I feel rested, relaxed you know.
"Mama," I call and sit up and wait.
She helps me up, so I won't be late.
I leave my bed,
my soft, safe place,
and step into her warm embrace.
© 2004 by Christina Sempebwa