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August 16, 2016
I’ll take this hour God granted me –
Three-fifty on the clock.
A call of nature awakened me.
So quiet the house, just a tick-tock.
I’ll take this moment every time
For ‘now’ is all that’s real.
The family safe and sleeping;
this time is mine to steal.
Though not for long my solitude,
as behind me gently creeps,
one who’s on my wavelength,
with four paws, a vigil keeps.
One who no-one else can see,
but one who’s at my core.
Who gently tempts me back to bed,
to rest my mind once more.
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