Dreams And Little Angels

In the dark, the quiet dark, as I lie in my bed

Waiting for the dream weaver to come inside my head

Often I would contemplate on things I did today

Thoughts turned to this morning when I heard my moko say

‘Nanny, can I stay home please, I really don’t feel well

I sighed- oh here we go again, here comes the super sell!

I tried to get my focus as he eyed me with a frown

Making space as he slid underneath my eiderdown

‘I don’t feel very well and I’m feeling really funny,

It’s very sore and so’s my head so can I stay home Nanny?’

‘How about I write a note to Whaea Pam – okay?; 

tell her to excuse you from the swimming pool today?’

‘Ummm, ok Nanny but that means that I will have to go

and stay in Whaea Sally’s class and watch a video!’

‘Oh dear,’ I said ‘well maybe not, then best we call the doc -

and if we hurry we might get in before it’s nine o’clock!’

‘He just might say - you’ll be okay - to go to school today!’

And if he does then we can drop you off there right away

Not a word was spoken from the small lump in my bed

But I could hear the wheels of thinking turning in his head

Then from underneath the covers came this little squeak

Very muffled, very quiet, so I took a peek

Two big eyes, quite bright and clear were staring up at me

Not a trace upon that face of illness could I see 

I’m feeling better Nanny, so I think I’ll go to school

But I don’t want to go with Whaea to the swimming pool

I’ll write a note I said, and now it’s time to rise and shine

He’d rather go to school than to the doc’s - this imp of mine!

In the dark, the quiet dark, as I lie in my bed

Waiting for the dream weaver to come inside my head

As usual, before I sleep and start to drift away

I send a silent thank you for the blessings of my day.