My grown up daughter confessed to me
That when she was a little girl of 6
After pestering me for ages (when I'd put her to bed)
She'd think of things to ask me for
"I need to pee!" "I need a drink!"
Just to get out of bed: just to have a reason to
Keep on getting out of that little bed
She was supposed to be asleep in bed
Resting her little weary head
(I just wanted a little peace!)
When finally I'd had enough she'd send
Her little messenger: her little sister Shelley
She was so small; she knew she'd be all right!
Telling her what to say: what to ask for
So she wouldn't get into trouble
So she wouldn't make me more upset
Last night I watched as Santiago tried this trick
Getting up heaps of times; coming to the door
Telling his mummy about his sore elbow
His hurting leg, his sore eye where Zecarias poked him
Sometimes Zecarias would come; bearing the white flag
Telling of some little thing that needed to be done
Just like all those years ago when mum was my little one!
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