Sometimes I'm forced to bed in the afternoon

I hear children laugh and squeal from my sunlit room

I long to be with them, to be part of their mayhem.

Sometimes I'm in bed early before dark

I hear a dog barking as it runs in the twilight park

I long to feel the sun's last ray, but energy was spent too soon today.

Sometimes I wake in the quiet of a long night

I'm running without irons, my body so light

I twirl and swirl again and again,  in my dreams no more pain.

Sometimes in a glimpse of heaven I see my small friends

I don't go to bed in the middle of the day, or as day ends

We run and play to our delight, where there is no end of His sunlight.

© 2008 Edith Morris

22 June 2008