For this final poem, number thirty of night
As we head out of bath, and I wrap you tightly
With a warm, soft towel, looking very saintly
Drying you perfectly in the flickering light

Bringing you to the bed for the final moments
Before you reach dreamland I reach around to hug
As your head sinks on me, as a yawning bed bug
To a gentle soft kiss with just little movements

As I look back at you as you fall sound asleep
The memories will last, hopefully you'll agree
That this special dare night was worth this living free

As my mind is joining into the sinking deep
I smile fondly at you, wanting so many nights
Not of this daring game, but of your loving sights