Poem: Sleepytime

No dreams
No restless legs
No Jiminy Cricket chattering
in my ear to keep me awake.

Just a deep sleep
with a train of Zzzz’s
that seemed to serpentine
above me
into the celestial night.

A pleasant, restful slumber
as if a fairy godmother had tucked me in.
As if she read my favorite story
in her soothing, sleepytime voice.

Nighty-night, my little son,
the fairy with fluttering wings said,
as she waved her magic wand
that glittered over my somnolent head.

©️mft

15 thoughts on “Poem: Sleepytime

      1. I do think we learn to put ourselves to sleep as babies, and carry it forward each day. Although, I have a new style of sleep that I didn’t used to have — the “just closing my eyes” doze my father used to do. 🙂

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