Odd Hours
It’s four AM
I’m wide awake
no chance of more sleep
clicking noises
from the dining room
low hum
is it voices?
I get up
pad into the dining room.
daughter and grandson
playing Yahtzee
at the dining table
laughing together
grandson worked late
daughter insomniac
I sit down
join the game
daughter finally
peels off for more sleep
grandson and I
continue playing
he makes a sandwich
cuts me up
an orange
I have an oatmeal
cookie with my coffee
grandson decides to
go to bed
I stay up
dress for church
write some poetry
it’s nine o’clock
Copyright © Barbara Peckham | Year Posted 2025
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