I wrote this one night after Ephraim crawled into bed with me in the middle of the night…apparently I’d been frustrated with him earlier in the day. 🙂
He Sleeps
He sleeps, soft and silent beside me,
His breathing in time with mine.
He drapes a leg over my own, holding me,
Beseeching me in slumber to stay.
Tomorrow he will grumble and argue,
Driving me to frustration, to anger.
His words, sometimes, are designed to test me,
To fluster and confound, to push me away.
But he pulls me close as he drifts,
Unburdened by thought, at peace.
I hold him and breath in the scent of him.
He sleeps.
Another Mind's Treasure 