I Could Sleep on This

Ode to Weary Mothers

Drip, drip, drip 

Percolate and wait

Drip, drip, drip

My heavy eyelids blink in sync

The nutty aroma intoxicates me 

They shout, we want pancakes

The granite is cool against my cheek

I could sleep on this

Change a diaper

Find a lost shoe

Scramble into the car

Rush to school

Wait in the drop-off line

Embrace the steering wheel

I could sleep on this

Return home and sip cold coffee

The little one tugs my hand

Bouncy house again

Retreat to the basement

Blow it up and climb in

Bounce, bounce, bounce

Like a raft bobbing in the ocean

I’m lulled by its waves

I could sleep on this

I could sleep on this

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