Angelina

I'm going to bed
My little girl said
I softly touched
The back of her head

I followed her close
As she walked to her room
I pretended to fly
On her Harry Potter broom

She giggled of course
And told me to stop
For at 11 years old
She's embarrassed of pop

I took off her glasses and
Tucked her in
She closed her eyes
So the dreams can begin

Hers are off puppies and
Kittens of all colors
She dreams of the park and
Kicks off the covers

Of course I fix them and
get her all set
I'm just not ready
For this to end yet