Thursday, February 27, 2014
Jennifer Leigh Moerschel
My mom says that eight is too late
For me to go to bed.
So at seven I hear,
“Kevin it’s time to go to sleep”, instead.
Over and over she has heard my plea,
“Tonight, I should go to bed at eight,
It is not too late for me!”
But my mom never budges; she never gives in!
It is always the same, this argument I cannot win!
So into bed I woefully go.
I cannot fall asleep at seven;
I have told her so.
I try to get comfortable; I try to rest…
My sheets feel scratchy!
My pajamas are too tight!
My pillow is not fluffy!
Things just don’t feel right!
My throat is thirsty.
My leg has a pain.
Did I finish my Math homework?
Is that the pitter patter of rain?
The moon coming through my window,
Is a little bit too bright.
My birthday is coming soon.
Did I tell mom about the kite?
Round and round and round they go
Till all my thoughts are tired.
Everything that has happened today,
And many events prior.
Wearily, I turn over, and what do I see to my surprise?
It is exactly eight o’clock as I close my eyes.
I thought that I was so smart, and knew what was best,
But now I understand my mom’s secret quest!
If I am to drift off to sleep at eight,
Kevin must go to bed at seven.
Finally, I have that straight!