Those dawn hours

Seem the longest

 

Daylight savings 

Interrupting the rhythm 

Of waking and sleeping 

Earlier starts

Sleeps that seem sporadic 

To times of a different daylight

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Staying boring to encourage

My little one 

To sleep again

 

The only colour 

My husband’s gaming mouse

Flashing new hues

Every few seconds 

Keeping her interested 

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The greys and shadows 

So intriguing 

To her young eyes

 

She’s reaching out to feel

The beam of light 

So clear to sight

But untouchable 

 

The shades of grey 

At the break of day

Never endure

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Joy Campbell - April 2021