My Mummy Can Do Anything
She tucked the twins into bed
With the sun
Both children tired and ready to rest.
Darkness fell quickly
Warm, fragrant and black.
Night creatures were instantly busy.
Clinking about with pots and pans
She finished evening chores
And made a tasty sandwich
For Daddy's late night return
Weary and hungry.
Suddenly, the faintest call:
'Mummy. Mummy,' plaintively.
She went quickly to the bedroom.
'Sssshhh, Sweetie. Don't waken your sister.
What's the matter?'
She dropped a kiss into soft curls.
'I can't get to sleep.
Tell the stars to be quiet. They're too noisy!'
So upset, close to tears.
'The stars, Honey?'
'Yes! Just listen to them.
All the stars talking – talking so loud!
Tell them to stop.
I can't get to sleep!'
'Well ... Ahhh …
That noise isn't the stars, Love.
The palms and bushes around our house
Are full of little frogs
No bigger than your thumb.
Hundreds of them.
They come out at night
Mummies and daddies and children
To eat and play and chat.
And they do have a big, chirpy croak
For such small creatures.
You're right. They are noisy!
But now that you know what they are
If you listen to them for a bit
Without feeling cross
I don't think they will seem so loud -
Five minutes later she tiptoed back to check.
The child was fast asleep
Cynthia Buell Thomas, March, 2018