Sunbeams

Sunbeams
by Edith Lombard Squires

Today when darling Mother helped me
make my little bed,
We folded shining sunbeams up in
every quilt and sheet;
We tucked them in so gently where the
pillow holds my head.
And down beneath the covers, where I
hide my little feet.

Tonight when Mother left me, and the
dark crept all around,
I felt those little sunbeams as they
snuggled warm and near,
And I know the dreams they bring me
will make me sleep so sound
That I'll wake to find the darkness gone,
and more bright sunbeams here.