Ode to Sleep

Composed in the wee hours of the morning...


I fear that there will never be 
A peaceful night of sleep of sleep for me.

Between diapering and newborn cries
I scarcely get to close my eyes.

I walk and bounce, sway and pat.
Oh crap, I just stepped on the cat!

My back is sore, my knees are weak.
I've memorized every floorboard creak. 

I changed his diaper minutes ago,
So what's that rumbling down below?

Clearly this disarming gent
Cares naught for the environment.

My red-rimmed eyes are growing bleary
This milk stained mama's oh so weary.

The bedside clock reads 3:08
It's way too early or way too late.

He's fed and burped, swaddled and dry
At long last he has ceased to cry.

I collapse onto my bed to rest
My dear one sleeping on my chest.

The time has come for sweet repose,
And just before my own eyes close,

I peer at his sweet face and see
Two bright eyes staring up at me!

I mutter, filled the much chagrin
Oh %&#! here we go again...