And then your lids flutter
and sighs betray you.
Cells decompress and
the world levitates off my sternum
where it resides every moment that you’re awake.
No more fire-cured creations will shatter;
no shrieks at passersby,
friends,
pigeons.
No more protecting society from all you would unleash
nor you from all its ills.
As long as those lids press and
breath comes softly
I am at peace.
I should kiss your brow
but I stick out my tongue and
scowl at you.
I’ve stifled it all day
and now is the time to
catch up.
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NaptimeWriting 
I’m cackling like the shrew that I am. Fuck sentimentality y’all–THAT poem is truth.
There needs to be more of these.
Brilliant.
I can’t write a motherhood poem to save my life; they all suck.
But this was wonderful! I second ck.
I thought of all the things that don’t happen when he’s sleeping. Nothing breaks, no screaming, no whining, nobody asking questions I not only can’t but don’t want to answer…and no angry mama. i love naptime.
How did I miss this? LOVE.