The No-Nap Blues
You used to sleep so easily
in crib, on walks, on laps;
but now it seems that somehow
you’ve forgotten how to nap.
I rock you sweetly in my arms
and lay you gently down:
your eyes pop open, on all fours,
you’re ready for the town.
Its not that you don’t need the sleep;
in fact, if I am frank,
the lack of daily slumber
makes you something of a crank.
It seems you’ll only find your nod
when nestled on my chest,
but mommy’s got some shit to do
(though I do enjoy the rest).
In thirty years you’ll wish you had
more time to rock a snooze,
but now your wide eyed wild ways
give mom the no-nap blues.