Wednesday, June 4, 2014

toes upon my head

When Alexander was very young, he would often crawl in my bed, and inevitably, his little toes would end up on my head.  So much sweeter than the feet on my head I now hear from my upstairs neighbor.

Toes Upon My Head

It’s eight o’clock,
The hour you dread.
For now it’s time,
To go to bed.

Go brush your teeth,
You know the place.
And don’t forget to
Wash your face.

Next we’ll snuggle
And talk awhile.
I’ll tell you stories
To make you smile.

Of Arthur and his gallant knights,
Sir Gawain, Merlin too.
Of chivalry and magic spells,
And love and honor true.

And as I read these age-old tales,
You’ll close your wondrous eyes.
And I will kiss you gently then,
Your dreams will soon surprise.

I think I'll steal a little time
While you so deeply sleep.
Books to read and TV too,
And oh that floor to sweep.

Hours go by, the time is late,
It's time to end this day.
Hoping as I close my eyes
That in your bed you'll stay.

Peacefully I go to sleep
My mind and body loose.
While you have upped and left your bed
Along with Mucky Moose.

In my room, all tucked in tight,
I dream without a care.
When suddenly I'm thrust to life,
My goodness, what a scare.

Many kicks awaken me
From more than one direction.
In my back and on my neck
I truly need protection.

Your head is nestled at my feet,
Not much of you is showing.
Seems as if within the night
Your body did some growing.

For I am almost on the floor
While soundly you lay sleeping.
Across the bed, not up and down
With many toes a-creeping.

Those itsy bitsy tiny toes,
Or so I thought they were
Harmless when they are at rest
But not so when they stir.

 For once they start to move about
As if they're on the street.
Plotting legs give added force,
"Oh no, here come your feet!"

Across my eyes, my nose, my hair
And in my mouth and ears.
A million legs, a trillion toes
These are my nightly fears.

Crashed and bashed and smashed around,
Attacked from every side.
Problem is that in my bed
I have no place to hide.

No haven safe from warring feet,
Instead a greater joy.
A smiling, glowing peacefulness
Inside my sleeping boy.

So now at night I close the light
My hope for slumber dead.
But something sweeter in its place,
Your toes upon my head.





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