ManicWorld Magazine

My child the interloper
Dives into my bed.

Not unwelcome
Cause snuggly but
Still
Never still
In my bed

Foraging in his nose but
Please not here:
Outside or in the garden
Preferably in the shed
But not in my bed.

Baby feet on
Me, the feet warmer
Clammy hands on his very own
Tummy pillow.
You’re mine, he’s assured.

In my bed is where he
Adventures at night
Slaying beasts and
Thwarting sisters.
Comfort in calamity.

This slumberland gatecrasher
Acknowledges neither
Time nor REM stages.
He appears and reappears
Both solid and soft.

He should be where
He should be:
Regular homecomings
At odd hours
In my bed.