It Is Time For Bed

The minutes pass as the clock reads 2:32 A.M.

I am fired up as I get my second wind

As I sit behind the computer and type

Where are you going ?

I asked my wife as she shuffled her slippers passed

To bed where else would I be going?

Do you know what time it is?

I do but I thought you could stay up with me

We're both off tomorrow

We can both sleep late

As I hear one final goodnight

I think now that's not right

She should be right by my side as my guide

Then I think again this is real life

So I qickly adjust to the situation

I go over and crawl into bed with my wife

By now she is snuggled tight under the sheets

She doesn't move one inch

I am tired tomorrow is another day

Honey I love you and I am here just to scratch your back

Just the way you like it

Doesn't that feel good

Uh - huh

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Just a little to the left

No over

No over a little more

Ah -huh

My wifes body stiff as a board still with her eyes closed as if they were glued shut

So I layed their next to her until she fell off to sleep

I was writing so good I hope I don't lose my train of thought

Well somethings we do not because we have to

We do it because it is just the right thing for the moment

So after scratching her back for almost an hour I dosed my eyes

Before long I was fast asleep

Then out of the blue something woke me

I slowly climbed out of bed not to disturb her

I walked over to the computer with sleepy eyes and a yawn

The time read 4:44

Hi mom I said out loud

Ever since my mom passed four months ago

Every so often when I check the time

I see times like 10:10, 11:11, 12:12, 1:11, 2:22, 3:33, and 4:44

All during the day

So I lke to think it is mom checking up on me to see if I'm o.k.

As I read the next few lines all my fears were erased

My story wrote itself

I had started to write as if I had never left

I was so lucky

My heart skipped a beat just experiencing the new joy

So I began to write with the quiet and peacefulness that is hard to explain

Then it was not even a minute

Our quiet little house turned into a whole different place

My wifes snoring something she never ever really does

Unless she is dead tired

Now I can hear the hallway vibrate from her echo

The bathroom door goes in and out just like in the cartoons

Well thank god for i-tunes where we can tune out any sound in seconds

Aaahhhh now this is me being me

To all those who are tired I wish you a wonderful nights rest

Then for those who are awake press on and tap those keys

We write for ourselves because it is for us we secretly want to please