There are nights…

There are nights that sleep descends on me
like a blanket coming down
and I stay in sleep so easily,
disturbed by not a sound.

But then there are the nights
with incidents my earplugs cannot mute
potty breaks and whining,
bed territory disputes.

Driftin’, dreamin’, dozin’,
snoozin’, snorin’, nappin’
Sleep never seems so crucial
until it doesn’t happen.

7 comments

  1. Pat · March 28, 2012

    Ain’t it the truth.

  2. Kellie Elmore · March 28, 2012

    your poetry is amazing. I am following!

    =) @kellie_elmore

  3. Beth Hull · March 28, 2012

    Pat, it totally is the truth!

    And thank you, Kellie!

  4. PB Rippey · March 31, 2012

    Bed territory disputes are waaaaaay too common around here. But at least there is no bed wetting going on. Hope you get a good night’s sleep.

    • Beth Hull · April 3, 2012

      Oh, I remember well those nights o’ leaky diapers. Just another thing to look forward to with Maverick!

  5. Vic · April 4, 2012

    Best poem I’ve ever read…at least since becoming a mother! šŸ™‚

    • Beth Hull · April 5, 2012

      Thanks, Vic! It came from the heart. The sleepy heart.

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