Bedtime
Shrieking tantrums, tearstained face
Tugging at your heart and testing your faith
Bedtime, a veritable battle ground
When you think you've won, there's the wimpering sound
Stern face and a seeming cold heart
You have to be strong through the night and be apart.
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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