4 am
Both girls wake up
crying
wanting mommy
I bring Charla
from her crib
to Jenny's bed
and back again
like hades'
ferry boat captain
She cries every time
but less insistently
even as she
wakes Elena
from sleep into
the wee hours'
dream of endless dark need
posted by Alva Svoboda at 4:04 AM
2 Comments:
Alva,
Well, that does it for my theory that you were up at four o'clock in the morning for the same reason I am (that is, no reason).
(Well, the cats...can cats be a reason?)
This is a lovely little human poem, I love the image of Alva as a kindly Charon.
Your calling this a lovely little human poem must be the best compliment I've ever received -- thank you, Tom. As for cats, they are reason both necessary and sufficient, hence tautological, for being up any time...
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