Elizabeth Wakes Again
Once more I'm summoned:
Out of the soft grays of almost-sleep,
Pulled by your cries through the still murk
Of our house, resting quiet as stone,
The hour unknown, but one of the dead ones
Verging on the dawn.
I enter your tiny room resolved on threats,
If that's what it'll take, this time.
- But there you stand trembling, pink fingers grasping the crib,
So sadeyed it makes my heart ache
With the love of you.
So once again I lift you, hold you tight
As you sob into my shoulder apologetically.
You've no word for the Terrors that assault you by night;
Can't name them to me, that I might banish them
With whatever Father-Magic I possess.
So I give consolation as best I may,
In soothing murmmers, enfolding arms,
Before I lay you back down, now calmed for a time
Then shuffle on back to await the next round.
My head swims with its want of sleep, I'm too tired now
To feel even traces of acceptable anger
At all these nightly robberies of my rest.
Besides, I've no word for my formless fears either,
No teddies to post for guard;
But a warm and loving wife lies in wait
To comfort me.
|