4/19/2018

Poem for a Seven-Year-Old

Tessa at Night
by
 Grandma Baadsgaard
Happy birthday Tessa. I love you so.
You are a dream come true.



When the blue moon rises over the mountain
And all the wee people have gone to bed
It is time for the sprites to come alive
Where elves and fairies are led

To a place in the night where the cherubim roam
And the flying buttresses lie
Where all the children’s dreams are sent
To the place where they light by and by

Then all the blackness is swirled away
And the bright stars begin to shine
As all the world basks in slumber
Multitudes of bright jewels are thine

For children are the magic of the night
And their wishes are my command
And their hopes are the makings of castles
And their visions appear in the sand


For when the wee one’s eyes are closed
And the nippers nod in repose
The forests and mountains sway in twilight
And the mystics will never close


The guardians of the progenies stand tall
For active duty at your bed
And keep you safe in slumber
Until morning comes again as said


Then when the sun rises over the mountain
And all the wee people flee
You’ll know it is time to awaken
To the promise you are meant to be

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