30 Years of Zero Sleep
My eyes slowly open.
From my mouth, a sleepy yawn.
My body feels so heavy.
My energy? Loooong gone.
They say that one amazing day
Kids sleep through the night.
But it’s been years that I’ve waited.
Hoping with all my might.
Since day one, I woke when needed.
For feedings, teething pain, and such.
And when I went and night weaned,
I thought she wouldn’t wake as much.
But nope, there were monsters in her closet.
Now she’s thirsty—needs a drink.
There are bad guys in her nightmares.
And now she’s up to pee, I think.
She likes to tell me that she loves me.
She wants to make sure that I know.
And the best time to share her feelings?
She waits ‘til midnight to tell me so.
From terrible twos to rebellious teen.
No one warned me it’d get worse.
I blame the never-home-by-curfew queen
For all those nights I lay awake and cursed.
When her 19th birthday rolled around
She headed out for drinks with friends.
Worried sick, I tossed and turned.
Would this night never end?!
Now my baby’s all grown up,
With small children of her own.
She’s feeling tired too,
“When will they sleep?” She moans.
Sometimes I hear people tell her,
“They’ll sleep one day—don’t fear”
I smile as I say to her:
“Will they sleep? Don’t know, my dear!”
‘Cuz after all this time,
I’m still awake at night.
30 years of zero sleep,
I’ve given up the fight.