Mother of sleepless nights

You are

the Mother of all sleepless nights.

Before the light was bound over 

to keep the peace till morning,

you neither slumbered nor rested your eyes;

before the darkness fell from sheer weary

excess of hours; as long as it took

to make us, lose us, find us crawling home 

at dawn, sliding, eliding night into day.

You are the Mother of all

sleepless nights, in curlers and slippers,

in silence, arms folded, heart unbroken,

waiting up.

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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