I sometimes sleep on the floor, cause he wiggles & shakes-
A very poor sleep this shaking he makes!
Yes, it’s hard on the floor, I’ve made a little bed-
Out of blankets & a pillow for under my head!
I just get to sleep & I hear a voice in the dark-
A very loud voice- yes, he surely does bark!
“Are you there?” -I really really don’t think you are-
Answer me now – have you gone very far?
I answer -” I’m here” – from down on the floor-
If I don’t answer, he heads for the door!
Sometimes he reaches out & touches my arm-
If I’m not in reach, he thinks I’ve been harmed!
He gets up & turns on every light-
Looking for me or his glasses, in a fright!
The stillness of the floor is restful to me-
If just once in a while I can peacefully be!