Do Your Children Let You Sleep?

This week's poetry prompt from Robert Lee Brewer at Poetic Asides:

"For this week’s prompt, write an unplugged poem. The plug could be attached to computers, but maybe it’s a metaphor for relationships that need the plug pulled. Or a phase of your life. Or a way of thinking. Or a toaster. Just a toaster."

Tired Mother

I’ll Charge it in the Morning

At bedtime my darlings wake
up to the world, show off pictures
of multiple litters of mice, point
out cars with facial features
for front ends, raid refrigerator,
cupboards, and secret sleep stashes,
run laps around sitting-room furnishings
with flapping eyelashes as though
they had stolen the coffee from table.
At bedtime, when rest of the planet unplugs,
my darlings recharge with hyper-
speed energy, renewed and refreshed for the day
we’ve not yet said hello to.

Unplug, my darlings, unplug. Let mother rest.

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