Bedtime Stories

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When I was younger, my mother used to tell me a story each evening called "Tír na Nog" This,translated to English, is "The Land of The Young" This poem is just reliving those days xx

Submitted: February 19, 2007

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When I was younger,

My mother would tell me

Tales of T na Nog,

The place that someday,

Sheknew thatI would go.

It was a land of eternal youth,

A land of love and joy,

And she's tell me this story each night,

Before my lullaby.

I would then close my eyes and dream,

Dream of this magical place,

Where I would be happy and content,

And feel no need to escape.

...

Today however, I wish to stay,

Here in my happy home,

Where I feel pain, anger and hurt

But I am never alone

For my mothers love is all I need

To feel eternal bliss

And nowall I ask for each night,

Is a quick bedtime kiss


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