by Alison

now I remember…

playing “nap time” with my mom

and tucking her in

by Alison

in her own bed in

her freshly painted pink room

she falls right asleep

by Kelly

Afterward, he drifts

to sleep. I stroke his hair and

think of poetry.

by Kelly

I’m listening to

the spaces between his snores.

Haiku, are you there?

by Kelly

two nights in a row

I think and think but don’t sleep–

winter stretches on

by Alison

my head pounds from nights

of daughter not sleeping -

the snow keeps falling

by Kelly

rainy sleety snow

ping-pings against our window –

late fall’s lullaby

by Kelly

my 14 pound dog

snores like a fat man asleep

in a recliner

by Kelly

five in the morning

we are both awake because

a crow is cawing

by Kelly

Hubby is crabby,

up all night, tossing, turning.

You snore, he informs.