Ohh for a full nights sleep

 

Its dark outside

The bed is made

There are teddies all over the place

We’ve read all the books

Exhausted ourselves

Now it’s time for bed

 

We’ve sung lots of songs

Hummed lullaby’s

And still there’s chattering voices.

The night light is on

It’s time to sleep

And then a yawn is heard

 

The bedroom goes quiet

Two girls are asleep

Hooray we can go to bed

And then the mutiny starts

The howling the crying

The getting out of bed

 

there’s no peace in our house

Nothing is quiet

The noises are loud

There’s jumping from the bed

Then it stops, quiet at last

We sleep and then the alarm clock starts

 

We’ve been very patient

But two girls get up

Chatty and full of life

And Grandad and I

With bags under our eyes

Just want a full nights sleep

Elergy to you

 

Day 3

 

Good things come in small packages

you always said to me

like a precious stone

in a small box

i look at myself

this small girl who saw

her small grandmother

wise words from someone who knew

her smallness was her shell

inside she was a giant

the head of the house

the best cook of all

the one with treats in the pantry

the largest smile that stretched miles

the infectious laugh

that lit up the room

from a tiny acorn grows a giant oak

she reminded me when I was down

you’re not so small

you are tall

you are your own giant

now I smile

still small in height

and remind myself

that inside this package

was a very good person. Me.

 

 

Childhood morning

Morning has started

I listen from my bed

Birds chirping loudly

The electricity wakes

The shipping forecast

Talks from the bathroom

The kettle whistles

The shower hums

Familiar voices drift upwards

The clock strikes,

with 7 cuckoo chirps

the washing machine whirs

its on a top speed

and in just a moment

A voice will shout

Are you up yet?

As if you could sleep

through the electricity din

Of the house waking up

Once again.