Stories in the night.

We snuggle down,

one either side of our father;

(my sister Anne and I)

who opens the book

and reads a story,

stirring our imagination,

before hugging us;

sending us off to bed,

where mother would come

and kiss us goodnight

before switching off the light,

and sleep and dreams

would cradle us towards

the images of the next story.

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