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!
sometimes that can be the best talk of all...trying to figure out what that sleep- talking was all about! Very cool centus!
ReplyDeleteEmma, I SOOOO remember those nights when my children were little! Your poem is so clever! Perfect for the Centus.
ReplyDeleteWonderful and so familiar to a mom. Thanks for stopping by.
ReplyDeleteWonderful and so familiar to a mom. Thanks for stopping by.
ReplyDeleteA very cute poem here, Emma, on 140 words. That has to be harder to write than just a narrative like I do.
ReplyDeleteThis sounds like a good Mom and a typical child. Very nicely written.
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I don't care for sleep talking, ha. My son did that and also sleep walked which was even worse lol.
ReplyDeleteOh this sounds so familiar! "body moving, brain in shock" is such a vivid memory ... you captured the moment perfectly!
ReplyDeleteGosh, this was just a perfect capture of that middle of the night panic when they call!
ReplyDeleteYour daughter is beautiful. That sunny yellow watch matches her happy, glowing smile!