Sunday, 24 June 2012

A whine at what time?

It's the middle of the night
I am curled up tight
Deep in deepest sleep
Not even counting sheep

Then I'm up like a shot
Body moving, brain in shock
There's a scream burning in my mind
It's (not) an amusing little whine

"Mummy mummy mum"
"I'm coming love", I run
"it's OK baby girl?"
She can't talk, I hold her so

Eventually she calms
As I hold her in my arms
She eases back to sleep
I stay there, not a peep

Morning rolls along
I ask her what was wrong
She has no memory of her call
Sleep talking, that was all!

8 comments:

Karen S. said...

sometimes that can be the best talk of all...trying to figure out what that sleep- talking was all about! Very cool centus!

Judie said...

Emma, I SOOOO remember those nights when my children were little! Your poem is so clever! Perfect for the Centus.

anitamombanita said...

Wonderful and so familiar to a mom. Thanks for stopping by.

anitamombanita said...

Wonderful and so familiar to a mom. Thanks for stopping by.

Jim said...

A very cute poem here, Emma, on 140 words. That has to be harder to write than just a narrative like I do.

This sounds like a good Mom and a typical child. Very nicely written.
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Viki said...

I don't care for sleep talking, ha. My son did that and also sleep walked which was even worse lol.

Jo said...

Oh this sounds so familiar! "body moving, brain in shock" is such a vivid memory ... you captured the moment perfectly!

Jenny said...

Gosh, this was just a perfect capture of that middle of the night panic when they call!

Your daughter is beautiful. That sunny yellow watch matches her happy, glowing smile!