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With apologies to Dylan Thomas. His poem is much better and much more serious than mine.
Do not go gentle into that good nap,
Babies should burn and rave at onset of sleep;
Rage, rage against the swaddled wrap
Though wise parents know the cradle trap,
Like a conspiracy leads to slumber deep,
Babies still do not go gentle into that good nap.
For when sleepy eyes close, a cry: Recap!
Their frail frames squall and flail and leap.
Raging, raging against the swaddled wrap.
Wild babies caught in soporific blanket scraps,
Learn too soon to wail and weep;
They do not go gentle into that good nap.
Drowsy babes, near sleep, still court mishap
With groans, laments, and fretful peeps,
Rage, rage against the swaddled wrap.
And you, my babe, upon my lap,
An impassioned, wakeful heap.
You do not go gentle into that good nap.
Raging, raging against the swaddled wrap.
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OMG... I remember those days when my twins only ever slept in shifts. Wonderful, wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteI've been there! Nocturnal babies - aaaaarrgh! Hope you get some sleep soon :-)
ReplyDeleteSo wonderfully rendered to meet the topic. As the grandmother of a new baby I've gotten an earful from my son and his wife about the sweet little angel. My favorite lines:
ReplyDelete"Drowsy babes, near sleep, still court mishap
With groans, laments, and fretful peeps,
Rage, rage against the swaddled wrap."
Love it!
The title immediately made me laugh.
ReplyDeleteWonderful use of repetition and 'aps and eeps' -- a really enjoyable read! ~Peace, Jason
ReplyDeleteLoved thd first line… Well written SG! I celebrate the veracity and power of your words. May you continue always sharing only your authentic self — that alone makes you genuine, meaningful to read, and of worth to be heard! SíocháinG
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