Or, Things I Ponder in the Darkness as I Wait For My Children to Sleep
“Wait” seems to imply gentle and wholesome solitude, but I assure you it is anything but. It takes two adults to put our two youngest to sleep. We sing. We rub tummies. We massage backs. We hum. We pray. We adjust covers. We roll eyes. We count time. We do Itsy Bitsy Spider. We pull out our hair. We bribe. We threaten. We paddle small behinds. We hold small hands. Yes, I suppose you might say we wait…
The watched eyelid never droops.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
If you go to sleep
I can too.
so much depends
the baby lids
the dark lashes
against the quiet
with special apologies to William Carlos Williams