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 Responses to “There are nights…”
  1. Pat says:

    Ain’t it the truth.

  2. your poetry is amazing. I am following!

    =) @kellie_elmore

  3. Beth Hull says:

    Pat, it totally is the truth!

    And thank you, Kellie!

  4. PB Rippey says:

    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.

  5. Vic says:

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

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