To Whom It May Concern:
I wrote this poem a few years back for my husband to thank him for putting up with such a tumultuous and noisy wife.
I looked for it everywhere this morning as I actually WOKE MYSELF from a dead sleep with a snore/snort/roll over laugh.
Me, in bed.
Not the sweet, quiet beauty
With pouty lips and smooth cheek to pillow-
But, instead,
A wild, tangled mess of noise and movement.
Waking from unconscious battles with loud snorts,
Only to fall back into heated, one-sided debates.
No inanimate dreaming for me.
Amazing then,
That every day when I wake (far from my side and wrapped tight in every cover),
That he still smiles at me, amused and tender,
As if he had spent a night of pleasurable ease with some
demure lover.
Love that survives all the big,all the little, and all the annoying moments of each day.
Ladies and gentlemen of the court, that is one awesomely wonderful miracle.
Sweet dreams,
Sleeping Beauty
