Under the yellow lamp with me

My mother sits in bed

With story book upon her knee

And pictures in my head

The wonder of the words she reads

With images so clear

Pages turn with daring deeds

To delight my youthful ear

The warmth of light, the pillow soft

I snuggle in her arms

And enter into fairyland

With all its pixie charms

© April 27, 2018

by Diane E. Dockum