just before bed | gemma bernadette

she plays.

her dolls  walk and talk.

you  can hear her little melodic voice

across the room, down the hall, 

with babbles loud and soft in-between

lyrics of "let it go". (yes, she sings too)

tonight she sat on my bed

almost completely silent as she made her doll dance.

almost tired, 

almost ready for the end of the day. 

'almost' being the key word here, 

as she tends to be rather stubborn about these things.

but for as long as she could get away with it,

she played. 

and it was precious.

( just for the sake of proving that she is far from being a mellow-spirited child, I give you these.... hashtag she is such a ham.)