While He Sleeps
He sleeps soundly
not a sigh, murmur or stir,
while restless in my dreams
I toss and turn unheard
to find him in his comfort zone
still and unawares
that I am here.
When morning comes
he doesn't wake
as I rise to shower and dress
making coffee, toast, and eggs,
the aroma wafting thru the house
and still, he sleeps
undisturbed in our bed.
I sip a cup
quietly with only a glint
of rising sunlight
as birds softly begin to sing
awakening to the new day
the clouds begin to form
and here comes the tip tap of the rain.
I put in the wash
laundry from the workweek passed
and Saturday begins alone again
while he sleeps,
slowly, he rises, slips down to the kitchen where
his arms wrap around to hug and kiss me,
aren't we a well-matched pair?.
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