March 25

Prayer to the Sandman

I listen to my music

Pen poised in hand

I hear the purring of a cat

I feel soft sheets beneath me

I see soft lighting

Unpacked boxes of books

Things yet undone from a great upheaval

Now I feel the furry warmth of my beloved pewter

Snuggled to my side

I hear my loyal corgi-dog

Shift at the foot of the bed and sigh

I see stark walls;

Awaiting my beloved prints

Pamphlets gathered from my latest horsey function

I am wearing a soft grey t-shirt

A big sloppy one

Given to me by an old boyfriend long ago

I am propped on pillows

Writing fast to maintain my exhaustive train of thought

The blinds are drawn

I proverbially draw the blinds on my day

As if to say ‘goodnight world’

Please let this be a proper rest

For the first time in ages

Let me slip into sleep oh elusive sandman

Let me sleep and dream of sheep

~Charlotte Greer Slater

4-28-09

Posted March 25, 2020 by Charlotte Von Wolfle Greer in category "All of Charlotte's Poetry

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