NaPoWriMo Day 8: Palinode

He rolls over and murmurs

I stroke his hair and in

A blink of an eye

Sleep  falls over him again

But I take it back, it is not time to start the day

Do not arouse –

Stay in heady dreams

It is the breakfast hour

But hunger does not pull you away

Stay in heady dreams

Shoes await silently by the door

The coat and pack hang languorously

Stay in heady dreams

The bus will not be at the corner

This day –

Sleep, little one, you must sleep