The Sleep Takers
by Dana Robinson
At first it was an elbow, a foot, a hand or knee
Then it was an open mouth tiny, fierce and hungry
Once there was the virus with doctors, charts and fear
Followed by the illness whose mission very clear
Sometimes it’s a pat from a hand held high in air
And always is the need for more and constant prayer
Today it was the monster that suddenly came to fright
Tomorrow will be the question “did I do everything right?”
Yesterday had no cares and slumber always deep
But those were the days before, when all I had was sleep.
Humble Housewife by day, Writing Ninja by night. Armed only with a 13’’ notebook and an appreciation for proper form, she helps rid the world of composition crimes, one semi-colon at a time. When she’s not dangling from a participle or wading through non-linear narrative, she can be found one of these places: University of Houston – Downtown (where she is a professional writing student), Her son’s school (where she volunteers as much as she can), and www.hopeisin.com (where you can join in the conversation about life and hope and what makes all of this worth it).