Naptime

A poem to celebrate 1000 page likes and 750,000 reads on The Cupid Touch.

Naptime

For five years every bedtime
Has been a battle-ground –
What once were cries now pleading,
And pyjamas thrown around.

“But Mummy, I’m still hungry!”
Gets me tearing out my hair,
As does the constant wriggling
And the “Mummy, it’s not fair!”

I can’t seem to explain it –
That every single night
He goes from cute to monstrous
Once I switch off the main light.

And how is it he thinks of
Fifty thousand things to say
When I’ve sat with him already
And asked all about his day?

By the time he gives up fighting
And lays down his monstrous head,
I’m barely still awake myself
And longing for my bed.

Instead I have to climb back up
And sort out all the mess,
Or exercise, or work or worse –
Use Facebook to impress.

But then a week ago, when I
Was tired to my core
(And admittedly, hungover,
From a foolish night before) –

I lay down in the afternoon
And said, “I need a nap.”
Expecting that my monster
Would start jumping on my lap.

Instead he stroked my shoulder,
Tucked my duvet around me,
Then went and got a story
And read it beautifully.

Once finished, he said,
“Sleep well!” and kissed me on the head
Then quietly took his toys
Down to the bottom of my bed.

His peace and quiet was soothing,
Even though it was quite short,
And I lay there, quietly hoping
This was care that I had taught.

Then, rested for a moment
I didn’t feel so wrecked
When he jumped on me and asked
If we could play with lego next.

Getting up was easier
With a monster helping me –
And at least I got to sit and build
A lego robot tree.

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