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:
sometimes that can be the best talk of all...trying to figure out what that sleep- talking was all about! Very cool centus!
Emma, I SOOOO remember those nights when my children were little! Your poem is so clever! Perfect for the Centus.
Wonderful and so familiar to a mom. Thanks for stopping by.
Wonderful and so familiar to a mom. Thanks for stopping by.
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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I don't care for sleep talking, ha. My son did that and also sleep walked which was even worse lol.
Oh this sounds so familiar! "body moving, brain in shock" is such a vivid memory ... you captured the moment perfectly!
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!
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