it's in that bedtime kiss
we miss out - at our peril -
that our worth as a parent lies
or listening when we cannot
to the whirl of chatter -
and from it picking strands
of past conduct to chastise
and finding words beyond
the three simple words of love
to express that deep - deep -
expression of our hope
but none of this makes any sense
to our children grinning in our face -
waiting for the closing door
and the monsters beneath the bed
time has to pass -
for them to understand
why it is we fear the road
- hold tightly to their hand
The Blue Book
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