Always coming in the night,
To steal away before first light.
Never to allow me a glimpse,
Of My Little Lion Man.
We talk through the darkness,
Never needing light.
Until the morning comes,
And he leaves before the light.
We’ve become best of friends,
despite the lack of knowing
What type of emotion,
The other’s face is showing.
But we know each-other well,
My Little Lion Man and Me.
We’re like puzzle pieces,
We just click together,
As you soon shall see.
He dares me to take chances,
I take them from time to time.
He asked me to write something,
So I wrote this little rhyme.
In case you didn’t know,
I wrote this on a whim.
For tonight was the perfect night to write an ode to him.
My Little Lion Man is the friend who visits throughout my day.
I will tell you what he is,
If you listen to what I say.
The Little Lion Man is representative,
Of all my hopes and dreams.
We write stories in my head,
For hours into the night it seems.
The Little Lion Man is my drive,
My will to keep on going.
In a house as busy as a hive,
Determination is what you’ve got to be showing.
Although he leaves in the morning,
We talk throughout the day.
He’s in my head you see,
Giving me encouragement,
As I go about my way.
We talk through the darkness,
Never needing sight.
Until the morning comes,
And he leaves before the light.
It’s usually just us,
My Little Lion Man and Me.
And we go about our day,
as happy as can be.
Written by,
Abigail Hannah Williams
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