Goodnight, little darling, your mother is near -
a peapod she's laid by your ear.
At night when the fairies slip in to whisper -
the peapod will fain disappear.
It's a token she's leaving to let wee folk know
they're welcome to peek but not stay.
For they're dying to visit your cradle and peer
at your sweet-pea like face, people say.
But they must go their own way with something else dear
so they don't draw too terribly near
and a peapod transports them away, never fear,
like a sleigh far from little one's ear.
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Your words have such a soothing peaceful feel to them. Just what this contest calls for. Good luck with this dear.
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I liked this one. Very pretty.
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This is a beautiful poem and it paints a beautiful image. Thank you for your entry!
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I like this one. You did a very goo djob writing it. Keep up your amazing work! Thanks for the entry! Best of luck!
crimsonViper -
Pretty, peaceful piece (just noticed the alliteration there.) I really liked this one.
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