A Mother's Bedtime Story

Shall I tell a bedtime story?

Castles and roads of gold you have heard.

Feathers to fly, potions of magic, chattering animal friends, are yours.

When we met.

How you smiled.

The fears and joys of watching over you.

These are the tales you asked for.

They are the times we shared.

Stories are forever

For with each breath we

Create the new.

Bedtime stories to dream upon.

Memories that quicken the breath as

They are remembered and retold.

All these I give to you and more

For we are not finished.

Today I tell myself the story of us.

When you are the voice,

Mine shall be the chorus, the small

Harmony behind your bedtime tale

Told to your children

As they fall to slumber

Enveloped in an orchestra of voices

Singing generations of our lives.