From Chicken Soup for the Mother of Preschooler's Soul

Bedtime Miracle

Between the dark and daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day’s occupation, That is known as the Children’s Hour.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I expected three small angels.

Instead, I got three kids,

All flesh-and-blood, three wiggleworms

Too quick to blow their lids.

I asked for little cherubs,

All sweet and pure and wise.

Instead, there’s mischief, giggles, tears—

Each day some new surprise!

But at night when it is bedtime

And I kiss each shining face,

I find—oh, blessed miracle!—

Three angels in their place!

Bonnie Compton Hanson

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