Bedtime for Peter

"Bedtime for Peter" by Ariane Smith

He loved to be read to most of all
Something Dad did until he was tall

“Read me a story,” demanded the pajama-clad lad
“Something mysterious, but please not to sad.

Can we go to a land, a faraway place?
Maybe an Island or somewhere in space?”

So armed with a volume, Dad sat by Peter’s bed
Painting pictures so vibrant they stuck in his head.

There was Orgoglio the Giant,
The sweetest of all,
With a heart as big,
As big as he was tall.

When Orgoglio stood up,
The clouds tickled his head,
And an entire continent,
Made for his bed.

But that’s not all, the stories had more.
They were filled with great fantasy, adventures galore.

There were fairies and monsters, forests and fields.
Queendoms with kitchens and places so real.

But the thing that Peter loved most of all, Was having Dad read to him, until he was tall.