The scent of lavender fills the air
\nMade heavy by summertime heat
\nThe carpet feels gritty, like a warm sandy beach
\nNestled roughly under my feet
\nThe hallway feels longer at this hour of day
\nEach step growing tougher to make
\nMy eyes are now weary, my head in the clouds
\nTrying hard just to stay awake<\/p>\n
Beside me, a child far more alert than I
\nIn this late hour of the day
\nStill blowing her bubbles and sending them high
\nAt the age when life’s all about play
\nI still hear the music from across the way
\nA party now deep into night
\nThe moon’s hidden well on this latter June day
\nAs I realize there’s no rest in sight<\/p>\n
I reach to grab water, when coffee should do The scent of lavender fills the air Made heavy by summertime heat The carpet feels gritty, like a warm sandy beach Nestled roughly under my feet The hallway feels longer at this hour of day Each step growing tougher to make My eyes are now…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":692,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136,441,5],"tags":[4101,680,1806,3456,4622,392],"class_list":["post-98918","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts","tag-2021poetrymarathon","tag-poetrymarathon","tag-jill-eisnaugle","tag-jill-halasz","tag-poems-about-writing","tag-writing-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98918","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/692"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=98918"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98918\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":99006,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98918\/revisions\/99006"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=98918"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=98918"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=98918"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nAs the child decides that sleep is best
\nI bid her goodnight and then get back to work
\nFor there is no time for great rest
\nBrahm’s Lullaby<\/em> beckons and yet, I resist
\nFor I must trudge ahead ’til the dawn
\nAn all night affair, my brain shall persist
\nAnd so I shall now carry on<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"