Saturday, April 16, 2011

Rage, Rage Against the Dying of the Light

(4 am in the morning)

Sam: (Loud whisper) "Mommy! Mommy!"
Me: (Groggily) "Go back to your room, Sam."
Sam: "But I can't do anything while the darkness sits there." (I did open my eyes at this point to make sure it was Sam and not Dylan Thomas.)

Ah yes, Sam. Do not go gentle into that good night...

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