Four a.m.
finds me restless,
out of desperation,
for a visit from the sandman,
who seems to have forgotten to appear.
Laying there,
ever so faintly,
I hear the air moving,
my beautiful, baby boy's breathe
softly sings me a sleepy lullaby, then begins
rock-a-bying me over to the dreamland I yearn to see.
Five fifteen,
the alarm screams
at me, time to get up.
Open one weary eye, and I sigh,
beacause my angel greets me with a smile,
and uses the sparkling sunrise as his backdrop...
Author notes
crap I have insomnia
In a list
A contest entry
- once again - 4 OPTIONS (PW ALLOWED) by Rhythm Child.
400 points, ended January 24, 50 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
1 - 5 of 5
-
Aww, this is a wonderful piece
For me this actually held some pretty clear imagery, especially with your wonderful little baby boy rocking you to sleep
Best of luck out there,
Evinde
-
strange, but good - this seems kinda different to your usual writes in my opinion BUT i still like it. I sort have imagery in my head - it's quite good .the alarm screams is a good line - it really is a piercing sound when your sleeping and your tired. I really liked this its sort how you feel in bed , in the morning when you wake up randomly. I like this! Once again well done - you've outdone yourself! great write
-
YEAH! no rhyme! good girl! and let me tell you that THIS is a friggin piece and a half... i love how you threw this together!!! great job!!! sorry you couldnt sleep ... that is me most nights...
-
Sweet Poem
Oh this brings back many sweet memories when the children were babies. I remember those sleepless nights so well. Thank you for sharing this lovely poem. You take care.
Bless You,
Sandy
-
AWW... This is heart wrenching, I do not have insomnia, but less sleep coz of 2 toddlers...So understand it to some extend...Must be all the more difficult for you!
Adding your comment:
1 - 5 of 5
