Good Kid Books at Bedtime

Their chatter was rapid and sapid,
Daft and inspired, dodging insipid—

They brought pleasure to a tired parent
Who got to say goodnight to nothing

And nobody, to unknot the tongue
On blunt rhymes and ridiculous puns.

I miss them now, those weird, dreamy texts
I read in those years of sleep-wrecked nights.

If they were hallucinatory,
Well that was excused as what kids like,

But I didn’t care much as a kid.
As a parent I learned parents did.