Do not judge without pause…
Our twilight hours are illuminated by blue screens
and chuckles of delight,
for you see…
my body does not know day nor night.
Atypical regulation is absent
my mind does not close at the dimming of light.
So I ask of you please,
stop and look…at our daily fight.
A pillow for one with two joyous heads
because I don’t like going to bed.
When I close my eyes what happens then?
And are certain our dreams are just pretend?
There’s no song my Mum can happily hum
that doesn’t hurt my ears,
No classic tale she can tell
that will settle down my tears.
I need her here, but, she must not touch,
Oh, I love my Mummy so very much!
Beneath the covers I feel her warmth
she does not move…for that can cause a storm!
I watch a vid and another too
but none of them are ever new!
That would be too scary
I like to know exactly what comes after
this ensures the echos of my laughter.
It calms the beating of my heart
my tablet, you see, plays an integral part.
I went to bed at seven and now the clock says twelve,
My Mum, she is reading, facts in which she’ll delve.
I know that she is tired I see it in her eyes
and all throughout the night she dreams of starless skies.
I know when time has come, she tells me one, two, three
then pulls the covers up and we cuddle…but just our feet.
And now i’m feeling safe and now I’m feeling tired
and contrary to belief I do not wake feeling wired!
My Mum, she does not hum a song or tell me of a tale
instead, she falls asleep each night, with the world
telling her she failed.
Karen Hayward ©2017
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