ON MY BED

Hi child, I am on my bed.

I try to sleep,

but you, from the crib,

break my hours of calm

with your scream

and tears run down your face.

That means I must stand up

and take care of you.

My arms hold your few pounds;

now, you feel safe.

I swing my arms from side to side

and hum a soft song on your ears

while I walk through the room.

Hi child, I am on my bed.

I try to take a nap,

but you, from the rec room,

break my hour of calm

with your shouts: Dad! Dad!

 That means I must stand up

and spend time with you.

I lie down on the ground,

I grab a toy, and both of us,

you and me,

get caught up in the game.

Hi child, I am on my bed.

I try to nod off,

but you, from the pub,

break my hour of calm

with a phone call.

You have drunk too much beer

and lost your head.

That means I must stand up

and drive you home.

Hi child, I am on my bed.

I try to get some rest,

but I can’t do it.

You are out of my reach

and I don’t know where you are.

That means I must wait

till the day when you come back.

I can’t stand up, no more,

my legs have lost strength.

    Now, on my bed,

I cry, shout, and call for you

in my life of one.