I was so excited!
My good friend Clover
was coming for a visit
with a proper sleepover.
My brother would be barred
(he is such a horrid beast!)
and certainly not invited
to our secret midnight feast.
Mother made us sandwiches
with butter and some ham,
a drink of fresh lemonade
and scones with lovely jam.
We set up our small party,
everything just right,
and settled in to wait
for the clock to chime midnight.
But, oh dear! What happened?
Without any warning,
we both fell sound asleep
and slumbered till morning.
♡
Featured: my father made
these darling beds for me.
5 comments:
I was reading your blog and you commented on mine. I love when friends meet like this. I love the little beds and always love your poems and stories. Thanks always for you care and concern. You've been such a sweet friend for so many years! Hugs Diane
I love that your dad made you these little beds and the story that went with is lovely to read. That little rug is too cute as is the bed coverings. Really, really, sweet.
Hello Amalia,
Love the cute Sleepover poem and beds are darling.
The embroidery items are pretty. Take care, enjoy your day and the week ahead.
Those little beds are so lovely and very special. The poem works with them so well too. Have a good rest of the week.
Best wishes
Ellie
Those little beds with the embroidered coverlets would be irresistible! No wonder the friends had a nap after their picnic. Lovely post, Amalia.
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