2 May 2026, 12.51AM
Feeling barely alive
Foggy, sleep deprived
Older one wouldn’t go down
Over an hour lying on the ground
Now there are sudden midnight awakenings
From uncomfortable tummy grumblings
Feeling pretty lousy
Fielding a pass from mummy
Trying all sorts of tricks
Quick! PLEASE.
Get to the one where sleep sticks
Rest is a distant memory
A good night is one where wee doesn’t end up on me
Not trying to rush to the end
But it sure would be nice to sleep through the night again.
Poems for My Sons 