My Bed

Is there anywhere nicer than being in your bed.

When the wind is howling and there's a book to be read.

I'm snuggled in tight 

and staying here for the night.

The problem with my bed, 

is my children you see,

They seem to love my bed

Almost as much as me.

They each have their own 

But they do like to moan 

And I'd say they'll be in my bed

Until their all fully grown!

But what else would you do

I mean, if it were you?

In a bed with six people

Where there just should be two.

If there's a bump in the night

Mama needs to say 'it's alright'

Hop in and we'll cuddle 

Until morning is bright

Imagine them worried 

and sad in their bed,

When they could be happy 

In my bed instead.

So, like the best things in life, 

Beds are better when shared.

There is always some room

And no need to be scared.

So I'll wrap you up tight

And love with all of my might

And be grateful for this little comfort

I can give you tonight.

It's my bed, it's our bed

But it's your bed as well

And you're welcome whenever 

There's a worry to tell.

Xx