Sleepless Nights (something we’re having a lot of lately)

written by Bella Drew 20 March 2018
sleepless nights

Sleepless Nights

by Kyles Covark of Pickles & Pords


You call for me at midnight,
You call for me at four.
Sometimes with a gurgle,
More often with a roar.

The night is big and lonely,
And you are oh so small.
You’d like to see your mummy,
And so, my love, you call.

It’s late and I am sleepy,
And so, my love, I grumble.
And as I pick you up again
You hear my tired mumble.

But nonetheless I hold you,
Rock you back to sleep.
I promised I’d be there for you:
A promise that I’ll keep.

Then maybe later down the track,
(In eighteen years or more!)
You’ll call me once again, my love,
At two, or three, or four.

And once again I’ll grumble,
I’ll moan that it is late.
But I’ll always come and find you,
I’ll never make you wait.

And there might come a day,
When you’re a parent too.
And in the middle of the night
Your child will call for you.

And then you’ll understand
That precious love so deep.
You wouldn’t trade it in
For a thousand nights of sleep.

Yet sometimes you’ll be tired,
You’ll think you’ve had enough.
Then you can call on me;
I know sleepless nights are tough.

Whether you’re a baby
Or when you’re fully grown.
You can always call on me, my love,
You’ll never be alone.

And though there’ll come a day
When we will be apart.
You can still always call on me;
I’ll be right there in your heart.

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