Night Crawlers

    With pacies and bottles and blankies at feet,

    The challenging task is long since complete Of getting our daughter to stay in her bed, A process that’s much harder done than is said. But now that at least a half hour has past, We’re proud that our efforts are certain to last. The time-buffer’s gone, we’ve nothing to fear We mutually agree that the coast must be clear. So into her bedroom the two of us sneak One sweet sleeping baby – two parents’ proud peek. Then all of a sudden, a jerk and a shrill At which we instinctively both stand quite still. Does she see us? Just how could we know, Both of us blind amid the night-light’s dim glow? If so, it’s clear to her Mom and to me That the night grows much longer for all of us three. With us in mid-step, one more stir, one more peep… Our fear has come true – she’s no longer asleep. And once that she knows that we’re walking about, It’s for certain that she will break out in a shout. Quick, hit the deck! We both drop to the floor… Our cover is blown if we move an inch more! This mission’s been upgraded – now a true covert-op. We’re locked in position ‘til she comes to a stop. Peering (and giggling) through each other’s eyes We savor the moment and treasure soft sighs. The goal of our efforts is perfectly clear – To establish sweet silence as all that we hear. I in my night shirt and Mom in her gown Stay perfectly still ‘til she’s all settled down. And then like two cats – sly, stealthy and sleek – Off toward the door we cleverly creep. Shhh…not a sound…we’ve come much too far – No knocking or squeaking as the door’s pulled ajar. Then out to the hall with her door now shut tight We tip-toe away to ensure a good night. Survivors, creators, we do what it takes To protect and preserve our respites and breaks. While having a baby is simply the best, A close second is therefore a well-deserved rest.

    The End
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