Night Critters
It started at
an early age,
When my
children were quite
young…
The baby
wanted to sleep all day,
Stay up when
night had come.
There was no
way to convince them,
That they had it really
wrong,
They didn't
care that Mother,
Had
been slaving all day long.
Later when
they were older,
It
was still a constant fuss,
To get them
out of bed,
To catch the
next school bus.
Then finally
came a great day,
It was cause
for celebration,
Kids
moved out, we were alone,
We were giddy with elation.
Now
it's a
That
awakes me to disrupt…
A cheery
voice, says ‘hi Mom..
‘How are you?’
and “What’s up?
That’s
when I want to reach out,
And really
touch someone,
They nearly
caused a heart attack,
While they are having fun.
I know I wouldn't trade them,
For
an oil well in
And though I truly love them,
I sure don't
want them back!
They are bona fide night
critters,
Who can’t
stand the light of day,
They think
days are for sleeping,
And that nights are meant for play.
There is no
way to change them,
Though that
may cause a sigh,
For they are
just night critters,
And It’s best that I don’t try.
Still I love those pesky critters,
For they mean the world to me,
God knew what he was doing,
When he gave four boys to me
© 2004 Loree (Mason) O’Neil
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