Doctor Grandma

Some nights

when it is quiet

after a long, noisy day,

a busy, productive day,

or a relaxing day,

I don’t want to go to bed.

It is quiet now.

Earlier, thunder rolled, lightning flashed,

wind picked up,

but now, all is still.

My husband sleeps,

birds settle in their nests,

a few crickets chirp,

I can write a poem,

read a little,

take melatonin,

settle my thoughts.

But I remember I want to walk EARLY

before it’s very hot,

so I will retire, and go to bed,

dream some dreams I will forget.

cfblack, 9-7-2023

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