Thursday, April 17, 2014

I Was Sleeping

Day 17 of National Poetry Month


I Was Sleeping
By Candace Shultz

To my dear husband,
if you don't stop bothering
me, I will pinch you.


It's past 11 pm here. I fell asleep on the couch, so my husband woke me up to either write my poem or go upstairs to bed. Sometimes if he wakes me up from a nap I get quite contrary and grumpy until I'm fully awake. So I dedicate today's poem to him. (No husbands were harmed in the making of this poem. I didn't pinch him.)