Tale of a Midnight

Scrapbooker

by Cheryl Miller

It's nine o'clock, the baby's in bed.

"Let's go also," my husband said.

"That sounds great!" in a hug we

engage.

"Just give me 10 minutes, I'll finish a

page!"

Thirty go by, my borders complete;

I lay out my pictures so nice and neat.

I add paper for color and a sticker or

two.

How about a die cut, now that should do!

But then an idea pops into my head-

One more page, then off to bed!

I glance at the clock; it's 11:09!

This is it; I'll draw the line.

But my fingers keep cutting- the ideas are

pouring;

From the back room, I can't hear the

snoring!

I look back at my work; I've done quite a

bit.

It's midnight now- and time to quit.

I clean up my desk and turn off the

light.

put my book on the shelf- til tomorrow

night!