Other Nights
In the middle of each and every night,
I have a rendezvous
It isn’t with my husband,
but with you … my son with you
The time it varies night tonight,
the length changes too
And often in the darkened hours
I wonder … what to do
What can I do each time you wake,
so I can see you smile
Keep you warm, keep you dry,
love and feed you … for a while
But then, there are these “Other nights”
when nothing that I do
Seems to give you comfort,
and nothing … pleases you!
The minute's changes to hours,
your whimper to a cry
Darkened room see the morning
what else … is there to try?
I’m so tired and sleepy,
all night I’ve cared for you
Then I hear a welcomed whisper,
“Is there something … I can do?”
I’d hate to ask or to impose,
but I would almost beg
Could you hold him till he sleeps,
so I can go … to bed?
Yes, they're bound to be nights,
the ones called, “Those Others.”
When the arms that he’ll want,
will be Daddy’s ... not Mothers
Copyright © Barbara Barry-Nishanian | Year Posted 2021
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