Slumber

I am restless
My husband sleeping next to me
I listen to his breathing
My oldest son awakes from a dream
He climbs in bed between us
I lie still
Listening to them both breathe
Tossing, turning, jealous of their sleep
I try all my routines
Reading, writing, trying to clear
This busy mind of mine
I crawl in bed with my youngest child
I match my breathing rhythms to his
Tricking my body into being lulled to sleep
Nestled up close to him
Feeling like a thief
Trying to steal just a bit of his
Peace
But a train calls loudly in the distance
While the Sun creeps slowly through the
Window
And my soul is restless
Once again...