Twas the Night…A Sleeping Story

 by The Football Wife

Twas the night before last, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse

My pillows were fluffed with precision & care

In hopes that sweet dreams soon would be there.

 

The baby was nestled all snug in her bed

While visions of milk bottles danced in her head

And Coach in his jammies & and I in my gown

Had just settled our brains, had just finally laid down.

 

When in the next room there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to her bedroom, I flew like a flash

With crying that loud, it required a dash.

 

The moon through the window shined light on the wall

And gave luster of midday to the room and the hall

When, what to my wondering eyes should I see

But a wide-awake baby staring at me.

 

She was dressed in her sleeper, from her chest to her toes

She was looking for love, only a mother would know

A bundle of blankets she had flung on the floor

Along with her silky- she was sleeping no more.

 

Her eyes -- how they twinkled!  her dimples how merry!

Her cheeks were like roses, her nose like a cherry!

Her sweet little mouth was drawn up like a bow

And her little blonde hairs were starting to fro

 

The nip of her binky she held tight in her mouth

And I knew the whole evening was about to go south.

I looked at that face & her little round belly.

And it shook when she laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

 

She was chubby & cute, a right jolly old elf

And soon I began to feel sorry for myself

Another long night, again with no sleep

I threw myself down on the floor in a heap

 

She spoke just one word, "Mama" she said.

And begged to be rocked & begged to be fed.

And laying a finger, soft on my face

On my mouth and my chin, her finger did trace.

 

And feeling so sleepy, she surrendered to bed

And softly I laid down her sweet little head.

Quietly I said as I walked out of sight

"Please little baby, won't you sleep through the night?"