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

Poem: Calm, Foggy Ocean

I like the calm, foggy ocean
where the anchored boats
seem to linger.

I enjoy an afternoon
of staying in bed,
gazing out the window
and feeling the earth rotate
around the sun.

I relish the time
when everyone is gone
and I get to spend alone time
at a downtown cafe.

I yearn for the day
when I have no work to do,
no chores or errands to run.
When I can just be.

I like the quiet
because I can hear
the sound of my inner voice
guiding me.