I love that Phoebe sleeps with us
mos' ev'r'y single night.
She snuggles down 'tween us, hiding,
us'lly from some fright.
"Ver was a skeery monster, Mama,
a mof wif teef and claws."
Or, "I couldn't sleep no more, Mommy,
Doggy woke me wif his paws."
Our Phoebe girl, her face lights up,
The smile she gives us, oh that grin.
Her dimples show, she knows she's loved
when we always take her in.
She doesn't know the memories
she makes for the three of us to share.
She only know we love her so,
with loving arms we care.
And even if it's that she's lonesome,
no scary thing she fears,
She can rest her head upon my arms;
She's safe, with us, in here.
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