Don't make me go to bed and I'll be good,
if i could go back to that day i would.
i would let him stay awake all night, happy and light,
i wish, i wish i could.
Obediently he went off to bed without a fight,
little did i know the angels would visit him that night.
he had whined and whined to me, how un happy it made he,
to have to sleep when he is wide awake.
And he would be here to this very day,
if he had had it his way.
How it pains me still, that horrid painful fill,
if i had listed to what he had said, Maybe my baby would not be lost to me this day.
Of all the things i wish i could, and all the things i know i would,
his voice rings on,
Don't make me go to bed and I'll be good...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Forced to bed when wide awake! Tells the sadness of the child. Lovely poem POR.