Sun, you wake a little late,
the sleep I had was much too late
and short and unpredictable
and now you take your time, you pill . .

my teenagers speak much less,
their social lives now rule the nest-
conversation consists of
watching them call their new loves. .

Sun you wake a little fate
in dreaming youth, in fading sate.
Childhood's short, predictable,
now youth takes its time, I'm ill,

not really, my lids are finally
feeling heavy,
in spite of these
restless fingers, heart and mind.
Soon my girls will rise and shine....

so Sun, please wake a little late,
I need to sleep a lot and take
my time, make it predictable,
I'll take my time,
today,
I will . . .

copyright 2007 Rose Loya