5 More Minutes, Mom!

By now I should know that Robert Louis Stevenson has a sixth sense when it comes to children. I saw this poem by Stevenson a little while ago, and I must say it took me back to being a small child in an instant! He always does. Rarely do you run across a person who remembers so perfectly the feelings and questions of childhood. Every summer as a little girl, after an evening filled with relay races with my siblings and lightning bug chasing, I was called in to go to sleep...too early.

Always, always, always too early!

Perhaps some of you can relate....

Bed in Summer

In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.

I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.

And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?

Happy Sunday, everyone! Hope this made you smile a little!


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