This is the poem I wrote for you on your one year birthday. I put this poem on the back of your birthday invitation and wrote it to the cadence of Good Night Moon (the theme for your birthday party and a favorite book of yours).
In the white nursery room there was a baby boy who'd be turning one soon
and a momma who rocked him and sang him a tune.
It was getting late yet the boy stayed awake. The momma grabbed off the shelf a book that would help.
When the last word was read she laid him in bed.
While he slept he did dream of a beautiful scene. A great green room and a cow jumping over the moon.
Goodnight moon he said, and goodnight crib for a bed.
Goodnight pacifiers, and goodnight all nighters.
Goodnight pureed mush, I know there's no rush,
but I'm growing up fast
and finally at last! Goodnight nursery room I'll be turning one soon!
Love,
Momma
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| My copy of GNM that was read to me as a baby. |
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