Lap Up the Wonder

And sometimes I wonder
I wonder through the midnight lullabies
And short simple messages
I wonder through paralysed fingers 
Typing a goodnight
And though curtains call to be drawn
And dusty roads beckon to be tread
In warm summer mornings
Following the sleepless nights
I wonder
Where would I be without the precious few -
The precious few that give me a lap 
For a cushion to rest my tired eyes?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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