Sunday, March 1, 2009

Patchwork Bath

Sleeping well's a gift
I normally possess
Public transportation--
Ah, but I digress.

Sleeping well is nice
But when the night is strange
I find the art of sleep
The thing just out of range.

So I gather every pillow,
Afghan, blanket, quilt
And sling them in the bathtub
My remedy now built.

I burrow myself in,
My tension lost its wrath,
And curl up for some dreaming
In my cozy patchwork bath.

3 comments:

Georgia said...

Hey Dano,

Did you write this wonderfully cute poem? It is so fun and I can just picture you snuggled up in this cozy bathtub just like Simba in his kitty crust.

Love, Mom

Dani Marie said...

Yes I did write it, but I've never actually done it. A patchwork bath sounds nice, though, doesn't it?

Nariman said...

I think it's wonderful!