Maybe you cleaned up your toys and brushed your teeth,
You put on your jammies, ready for sleep,
And crawled into bed, waiting for mom
To come to your room and sing you a song
To go to sleep.
Her singing is sad and she almost cries
And that scares you, so you too rub your eyes,
Because now it is so that something is wrong
And you wonder how you two will now move along
In your sleep.
But she takes your fingers away from your eye,
She says, “Honey,” and breathes a deep, hopeful sigh,
“Mommy is sad, but you don’t have to be.
You are your own person and that’s the way it should be.”
“Mommy is sad, but that’s just for today,
Tomorrow we’ll wake with a bright, new day.
And how are you feeling? Weren’t you happy before?
Yes! That’s okay. You can be happy more.”
“I believe in you for all that you are,
I don’t want to stop you, it won’t get that far.
You are allowed to think what you do.
It will never upset me, in spite of my mood.”
“So now, close your eyes and drift off to sleep,
Dream your sweet thoughts which are oh so unique.
Know that it’s okay to feel the way you do,
Because no matter what, I will always love you.”