In the stillness of the night
A bellow of indignation
Rent the calmness of our sleep
It was our beloved boychild
I switched on the bedside light
My wife grunted beside me
Snuggled right down feigning sleep
I rose to warm a bottle
For his midnight drop of milk
To assuage his hunger plea
Crying stopped when he saw me
Sly smile came upon his face
Picked him up and sat with him
While he gorged his midnight feast
Declined none, burped contentedly
My strong arms rocked him off to sleep
Then placed our little blossom
In the crib his dreams to weave
I stayed for just a little while
For he uttered not one peep
Closet tidy; where's my mate?
So crawled back into our bed
My wife's embrace wrapped me up
She'll not deny me anything
I am happy with my fate
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A contented scene!
ReplyDeleteSuch a happy scene - though I assume there where also nights when those nightly scenes where harder to bear.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely Robin :)
ReplyDeleteI could picture this so well.. Very tender
ReplyDeleteBeautifully tender and sweet write, Robin!❤️
ReplyDeleteAhhh the wonder and magic of child and spouse. That's just beautiful. thank you.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely family relationship you have portrayed.
ReplyDeleteThis is a happy man. Happy wife, happy child. I loved living this scene vicariously, Robin.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a happy poem, I was grinning from ear to ear when I finished reading. I love that the mom pretends to be sleep and that the dad knows and that they both are okay with it. And the smile from the child is a miracle, for few things are as precious as the gentle smile of a child who feels safe and happy and loved.
ReplyDeleteThis bought back happy memories, thank you.
ReplyDeleteIt is what happens in the stillness of the night, when a little one is around.
ReplyDeleteOh precious Robin....our oldest niece just had a baby boy, Finley! And this reminds me of him....beautiful!
ReplyDeleteHappy poem. I imagine my parents playing the same sleepy game with each other. But never having had children or any contact with them, I relate to the individuals.
ReplyDeleteNice one Robin, my favourite lines
ReplyDelete"Then placed our little blossom
In the crib his dreams to weave"
much love...
Lovely. A beautiful family scene - tenderly sketched.
ReplyDeleteVery sweet and a lovely detailed scene well told.
ReplyDeleteThis made me think of such nights when I woke up in the middle of the night to comfort my daughter. What a sweet story you've told here.
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