Thursday, March 17, 2011

The Middle of the Bed

It happened as it can only after Daddy rises
When she and Mommy scooch to the middle of the bed
It happened as it does when there's no stirrin' wiggle
Hardly ever for the baby in the middle of the bed
But she slept like an angel and we cuddled close together
Bare toesies 'n' cotton jammies in the middle of the bed
'Til we heard Sister singin' and we opened eyes together
Smiled mornin' joy at one another in the middle of the bed

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