Moments After a Large Slice of Sleepy Pie.
Our precious wee lad
Sweet dreams to all babies everywhere
Moments after a large slice of sleepy pie.
His toys lie in a tumble
scattered haphazardly
across the carpet
like dice whose
number was up
when he lost interest
the punch ball is beat
the legos are exactly
where he leg'go of them
an hour ago
the Furbies are a
bit more bald
but they still talk
to you as you walk by
some crayons are
waxing eloquently
on constantly being broke
a few of them are blue
and i find many of them
all a peeling
like sunburnt immigrants
abandoned without their papers
along the borders
of his marked territory
Various stuffed animals
are just starting to digest
his absence
8 blocks away
a clown balances
on an almost perfect tower
8 more blocks
would have done it
but gravity seldom pauses
for chidish whims
a Jack-In-The-Box
pooped out a while ago
and he won't be back in
until someone puts a lid on
his cranky situation
you see he was a mediator
between nine bowling pins
on a turbulent strike
that buried six soldiers
in the tenth round
The coffee table is a racetrack
where his matchbox cars
run heats
near the finish line
One half-bitten
moon-shaped cookie
signifies the remnants
of a bedtime snack
Now nighty-night
has claimed his attention
after a bath that got me
more wet then he was
and now he's off
to enjoy a healthy slice
of sleepy pie
My lullabies have
all gone bye-bye
His pacifier faithful pacifying him
as his eyelids close in peace
His tiny rosy cheek now graces
cartoon faces on his pillow
The sandman has paid a visit
tucking sleep dirt in the corners
of Forget-Me-Not-blue eyes
that the morning sun will re-open
like the wings of a butterfly
and his toys again will T u m b l e
in an avalanche of joy..........
I am off to catch some
snooze time
in case he decides
he wants to see me again
at two a.m.
© 2010 Matthew Frederick Blowers III
