Poetry

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

Freelance writer, poet, yogi and photographer from Santa Barbara, California. I write and take pictures about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching years in California. The things that move me may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry, pictures and stories resonate with you.

15 comments on “Poem: Sleepytime

  1. Light and deep at the same time.i like the rythm

  2. Lovely fairy tales imagery, like we become children as we try to sleep. 🙂

  3. tmezpoetry

    RLS sucks big time.

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