©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson
Up the stairs with golden dust
the sandman softly sweeps.
He sprinkles magic from his hand
until the whole world sleeps.
I’ve always been more than a little bit enchanted by Sandman lore. You see, my mom was an expert at describing that delightful character in magical ways, and I used to try very hard to stay awake in hopes that I could catch him in the act of sprinkling stardust in my eyes to help me sleep. No such luck, though. Maybe I should keep trying???
(I think this little picture of my grandson provides the perfect ending to this poem!) Apparently, the Sandman got to him before he even hit the bed…