Sleepyhead

My sister's eyes keep closing:
her small body nestled in a blanket,
and, half-dreaming, she tells me
she's waiting for my parents to
return from a night of dancing.
Wakefulness escapes her just
as the words escape her lips.

This poem © Gabriel Gadfly. Published Sep 3, 2010
  
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