Sleepwalking Angel
Finally, my little girl is sound asleep
after multiple bedtime stories, I plea that she will not make a peep.
Hugging her favourite teddy bear ever so close
the blissful sight is as precious and delicate as a blossoming rose.
The soft murmurs of her magical breath console me.
At last, I can rest upon my alluring bed where I long to be.
Pleasurably my heavy head allows itself to fall,
every muscle in my body relaxes and my eyes begin to flutter as I stare at the wall.
All are contently safe and sound fast asleep,
unfortunately, this blissful peace shall not keep.
A spine chilling creek sends a booming echo throughout the hall,
my eyes flicker open while my mind wakes itself up to protect my all.
The distasteful racket continues to speed up my heartbeat,
distressed I grab a flashlight refusing painful utter defeat.
The flashlight sends a ray of a saviour into the pitch black hallway,
my sleep deprived eyes focus on the bright figure in dismay.
The sweet little angel before me moves forward using unimaginable stealth,
still softly snoring and babbling sweet nothings to herself.
I stare in amazement as she manoeuvres about the house with ease,
with loving open arms reached out in case she falls to my displease.
With little direction, my little star is directed back to her bed
where she shall have the dearest dreams play out in her head.
For the rest of the night, I lay awake longing to hear her creek,
constantly tiptoeing into her room to get a reassuring peek.
The sun eventually rises along with a bright smiling face,
she asks me how she slept and I pull her in for a tight embrace.
July 26, 2018
Sleepwalking Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
5th Place
Copyright © Haley Fisher | Year Posted 2018
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