And so it comes, the end of day.

Time for rest – all done with play.

Three extra hugs and two books read.

Two more kisses, wait one more to tuck them in.

Two small shadows sneak across the wall,

There is a sound whispering down the hall.

“Is that me?” I wonder, “Honey is that you?”

“I need cold water, Mama.”  The second one, “I do too!”

Sleep has still not yet come to their weary little heads.

They are not resting in their beds.

Thinking they are sneaking so discreetly,

the pitter-patter of sweet little feet gives them away.

Hugs and kisses and tucked in tight and neatly,

“Good night, sleep tight!” I once again say.

No longer able to keep sleep at bay,

They finally accept the end of the day.