Here’s a new feature on Scribble Sparkle Shine, – I came across this poem I’d written and thought it would be nice to share. Now I’ve rediscovered my poetry books more may feature soon.
2am – A Poem
I’d give anything for sleep, just a
Few hours of unbroken, unwaking slumber
Uninterrupted by his stirring, his mumbles
I didn’t sign up for this, didn’t want the
Nights to start.
It’s not that I don’t have a heart
I love him, I do, he’s my world, my moon and my stars.
It’s not his fault
As he lays in my arms
Stretching for some relief from the gripping
Pains in his body
Not his fault but I don’t know how to help
I hold him close and whisper words of comfort
In the hope they will magically dissolve the colic
The aches and the cramps.
Such a small thing could cause so much disruption
To routine, to the mundane, to sleep, blissful sleep.
At least he is getting some now, here in my embrace
He wasn’t supposed to sleep in the bed, the books said so,
It’s not as though I use the bed for that anymore
It’s been a while since the pillow heard my snore.
There’s no end to his aches
Dead arm, cold tea, cold him, cold me
Rooted to the spot by his sleeping form.
Creeps in, he’s gone quietly off.
It’s not as though I wish him ill
Wish he could tell me where it hurt, how to make it
Instead of whining, stiffening in my arms in discomfort
Exhausted by the effort.
His small body lying close to mine
4am still awake
I’d give anything for him, just for
I wrote this poem as part of my Open University Creative Writing course last year. I really struggled with the subject and poetry in general but a 2am bout of colic gave me inspiration. I’d love to hear your feedback whether you are a writer, poet or just have something to say, please comment in the box below.