Mum’s sleep. Such a thing truly exists.
A momentary lapse of time when you
Share the bed with a child. The edge
Becomes your mattress, the cold night
Breath becomes your cover, feet become
The realities, hard knock kisses of slumber.
The rising sun does so creaking through
Grey clouds as you are faced with life’s
Biggest decision….To stay here on the
Battleground of sleep deprivation
Or to rise Into the new world blindly
Aware sleep will not be yours again for
Another sixteen hours or so…Mum’s sleep,
Karma’s cruel joke.