Sleepless Love
A mother may close her eyes in prayer
Or even in a blink.
But a mother never really sleeps;
This is what I think.
Or even in a blink.
But a mother never really sleeps;
This is what I think.
In a moment a child is born,
A new awareness, too.
For a mother may be needed
At four or three or two.
Only she can wipe a nose
Or chase away bad dreams,
With soothing words or gentle touch--
Whatever that night deems.
She may grumble in the morning
And take her coffee black.
But she would not neglect her post
Just to have a few winks back.
I'm so glad to see you are still writing poetry--I thought you had run out of time for it! I love you, Mom
ReplyDeleteWell, it's not something I do often, but sometimes the words just form themselves in my head and I have to get them out.
ReplyDeletevery good, Mandi. Totally captures my feelings, too.
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ReplyDeleteImpressive poem Mandi! I can't wait until our babies get here so I can experience this for myself.
ReplyDeleteVery cool and true.
ReplyDeleteIsn't that soooo true? I LOVE sleep, but my lack of it these days is soooo worth it. And I LOVE my coffee black too :)
ReplyDeleteEnjoy the ocean for all of us!
The coffee part of the poem was actually "artistic license" on my part, as I don't drink coffee black or otherwise.
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