Another poem about sleep

Midsummer Night’s Dream

The night is warm
you toss you turn
hair sweat sticky
sticky uppy
fists clenched
you fight with sleep

no not.
too hot.

you wrestle and weep
call to wake
need help
to turn not sit
lie down not stand
I lend a hand

eyes glued.
black mood.

on we roll we limp
till dawn breaks
birds wake
all forgotten
cheery you
start the day anew

gone night.

it feels wrong
but I go along
and start the day
with a reluctant song.

(c) Judith Kingston, 2013.

Prose for Thought

13 responses

    • Lots of things I used to love pre-kids (like the clocks changing and getting that extra hour, or lovely hot weather, or a long flight) have now become a bit less appealing…

    • It always amazes me how children always wake up in such a good mood. I guess they wouldn’t if we woke them before they were ready by crying in their ear…

  1. Love love this. Can almost smell that gorgeous baby sweatiness – my daughter still has it. Without wishing to tempt fate, my two have slept brilliantly through the heat so far. It seems to have knocked them out. Sadly mummy and daddy haven’t and we have not so cute bed-head! xx

    • Oh that’s good, that they’ve slept okay. My son has slept fine actually, it’s just the little girl. She’s still getting used to the world, I guess.

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