"When I write stories I am like someone who is in her own country, walking along streets that she has known since she was a child, between walls and trees that are hers." --Natalia Ginsburg

Monday, 26 March 2012

My Night Light

I love the children I take care of. It is a joy to meet their needs, but usually my day ends with feeding some of them supper. Tonight I got to keep a family of three a little later. I gave the girls their baths and put them in their pajamas. I even got to read a story or two. We are big fans of Robert Munsch and "The Paper Bag Princess". I enjoy doing the voice of the dragon, and they enjoy reacting to it. I love it when I can do even part of a bedtime routine with kids. It reminded me of this poem I wrote for my oldest niece--many years ago--and thought that I would share that with you. For Stephanie Jane….

I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for thou Lord, only makest me dwell in safety. Psalm 4:8

My Night Light

I climb the wooden hill

At eight o’clock each night

Mommy reads a story

Then tucks my blankets tight

Daddy turns the light out

After kissing me goodnight

I snuggle down and close my eyes

And pray with all my might

Dear Jesus shine your light on me

Please hear my prayer of love

I do not fear, for you are near

And watch me from above

I know for sure you love me

Sweet Jesus you are my light

At your command, your angels keep

Their watch, ‘til flight of night

--Auntie Di


  1. Very sweet. You are very talented. Annette xx

    1. Thanks Annette--so good to hear your voice last night--miss you. xx--D

  2. Matthew18:4 Therefore whoever humbles himself as this little child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.The darkness disappeared in the mildness of light.The little girl has grown into a sweet young lady.