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
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.