14 – No One Loves Their Bed Like A Parent Loves Their Bed

Poem number 14
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No One Loves Their Bed Like A Parent Loves Their Bed
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Oh soothing sensuous blissful bed
Oasis where I rest my head
The children sleeping down the hall
No tantrums now, no bouncing ball
No battles fought with cardboard sword
No pleas for things we can’t afford
No  ‘Dad, Dad, Dad!’ Or ‘Mum, Mum, Mum!’
No skinless knee or damaged thumb
Just bed, and peace and space to pause
Just darkness in a worthwhile cause
The day was long and much enjoyed
But now, in bed, my spirit’s buoyed
By thoughts of all those hours ahead
With nought to do but lay in bed
Was e’er a rest well loved as this
A parent’s bed, a place of bliss.

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