I had difficulty remaining asleep last night.
Thrashing, I kicked the sliding blankets worse.
Then comforting words came to my mind – and they
Came more than once – “Good night. Good night. Sleep tight.”
I thought I heard them in my mother’s voice.
Sitting up, I wondered: had I as a child been spoken to
That way? I remembered being told more than once
“Go to bed and either your father or I
Will leave our guests
And later come on up to tuck you in.”
I think that seldom happened
Or only after I had fallen asleep.
But that little matters now. Instead,
I treasure last night’s low, warm voice
Which never continued on to say
“Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”
