Once again sleep will not come. There are too many thoughts Drifting in and out of my mind Bringing many unwanted thoughts, New worries along with the old ones. What does the future hold for my son? What will happen to him If I am no longer there to take care of him? Who will play "guess who" with him? Who will hold him, And rock him when he is sick or hurt? Who will sit up with him at night When he cannot sleep? And who will take him to the bathroom When he is too scared to go by himself? Who will laugh at his knock-knock joke 100 times or more, As if hearing it for the very first time? Most of all, Who will tell him they love him each day So that he knows how special he is? There are so many questions, So few answers As I lay staring at the ceiling, Tossing and turning, Waiting for sleep to come calling. March 17, 2001

Questions That Come In The Night