Sleeping Away Saturday Afternoon

Take A Picture - It'll Last Longer

Asleep we lay, the family all in bed;

My wife with stealth slides out to leave the room;

Our youngest stirs, her hair a weaver’s broom,

Once coos, contorts her face, and turns her head.

~

I knew this nap was too infirm to keep.

~

The spell’s been broken now, the fragile charm

Is lifting; soon the house will be awake,

Think I, till older sister (still so young) she takes

The baby’s hand and snoozes the alarm.

~

She’s done it! Now the babe is back asleep.

~

Two babies holding hands, the pleading tone,

“Don’t wake up yet, my baby,” th’ older sighs,

A perfect scene. Alas, I realize

I shouldn’t stir them up to reach my phone.

~

The recent movement; her slumber can’t be deep.

~

And so, I smile, the moment just for me;

It’s writ in sand, a bubble in a stream,

No way to share it with the world, it’d seem;

Some seconds more the scene I oversee.

~

Til o’er me slumber might resume its creep.

~

My simple bed, the kids, the common room,

Alit that afternoon in majesty,

And I, a common guy, think haughtily,

Alone have witnessed it. So I presume.

~

Alone have I a heart to beat and leap.