Sleep comes in great fistfuls
will not let me shake it
tosses me in seas of dreams –
a first love, teenage antics,
a mother’s toil – I am pulled
under, tossed like a rag-doll
a soft breeze like a mindful
caretaker, caresses my skin
reassures me with her lulling
sweetness, forgives negligence
of household chores, promises
all can wait; I succumb again
One Woman's Quest 