Bed Time Stories

She painted more than pictures,
with each new tale she'd weave.
memories of long ago,
fueled by make believe.

not exactly truthful,
but close enough for yarns.
they sat and listened so intent,
wrapped in mothers arms.

stories of tall castles,
with kings and queens arrayed.
unicorns with magic horns,
in lands so far away.

always so familiar,
the prince with all his charms.
and the princes too with eyes so blue,
golden locks were born.

dragons kept adventures fed,
with flames and giant wings,
and romanced bloomed in rose filled rooms,
where magic harps would sing.

Happy ever after ,
the stories always closed.
tucked in tight with a kiss good night,
dreams they both could hold.