Nappytime

The pitter-pat of little feet

Echoes off the hardwood floor

Her big brown eyes look up at me

From just outside the office door

 

“It’s nappytime!” she seems to say

Although she utters not a word

She climbs my legs onto my lap

Ensuring ev’ry grunt gets heard

 

She beckons, “Mommy, time for bed!”

With her tiny yet full-bodied sigh

Too tired to sit, she’s had enough

And rests her head on Mommy’s thigh

 

“Okay, you win, time for a nap!”

I smile and softly stroke her head

Picking the dog up off my lap,

My muse and I crawl into bed.

 

Honeybun, aka My Muse