Thursday, January 7, 2010

An Ode to Sleep

O' Sleep, where art thou?  


As the sun goes down each night, I think of you and anticipate your warm embrace.  Yet each night, you tease me with only moments in your grasp.  Have you turned your back on my home? 

 Our babe would like to meet you, Sleep.  She does not yet know what it feels like to be held in your arms.  You have only danced for short moments in her crib and then you move on.  Why, Sleep, do you not stay with her?  Sleep, please bless my baby with your nocturnal coos that will keep her in slumber from eve to morn.  

O' Sleep, my family misses you.  Please come back.

1 comment:

  1. Oh, Liz...did you ever think you would talk so much about sleep? you don't appreciate it til its gone...

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