Mum’s sleep. 

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.
KH*©2017

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