writings on life

The Baby

You may think that’s a waterfall

Or maybe a rat in the wall

It very well could be the latter

Either way, we’re sleep deprived, so what does it matter

There’s a puddle at my feet

And a furry bundle at your head

We long for sleep but find none in this bed

There’s a clicking sound

Akin to nails scraping against a chalkboard

One of the worst noises I’ve ever heard

All of a sudden – there’s something untoward

A fan comes on 

There’s something beside us – bushy and long

Oh, it’s not a fan. It’s just a huffing and a slight breeze

Suddenly some creature moves about with ease

Now there’s a rancid odor

I’m awake

And I turn over

The creature is up

A big yellow retriever pup

I assume he wants to go outside

But no, he walks around and takes my spot

Four hours of sleep is all I’ve got

The sheets on the bed are new

Exhaustion is the mutual feeling –

I can’t sleep and neither can you

These are the sights and sounds of our nightly routine

How I wish this were just a dream

But no, it’s our reality

All the time sleepy – you and me

But I’m thankful to have you and the baby

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