25/ Another Poem for Children

                                      
                                      Under the Covers

I know it's past my bedtime

but I am not asleep.

My eyes are widely open,

my concentration deep.

Even in my cozy bed

with blankets piled up pink,

of things like dreams and slumber

I cannot even think.

I know these pages all by heart,

but I need one more look.

Although I've read it seven times

it's still my favorite book.