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Transcript of When My Daughters Cannot Sleep
When My Daughters Cannot Sleep
by Raymond Sapienza
When My Daughters Cannot Sleep
© Raymond Sapienza
2009
Dedicated To My Granddaughter
On nights when my daughters cannot sleep
I tell them "You should try counting sheep.
Count them jumping over your beds
From this pasture here, where the grass is all gone
To the one over there, where it's luscious and long."
And I, in an effort to return to my book,
Will give them a sigh and stern fatherly look
And then cross my fingers for one final try:
Inevitably one or the other will complain
Of not liking sheep or preferring a song.
"How about horses? Horses that fly?
Horses that fly and horses that run,
Horses that gallivant till morning sun.
Bays and Chestnuts, Sorrels and Roans,
Grays on pilgrimage far from their homes.
Winged wonders dancing
on clouds overhead,
Spry ponies prancing in
rings 'round your beds.
Leaping and jumping
and scampering about,
Soaring and glorying!"
I've started to shout.
"Foals with their
mothers,
Stallions and
Mares
Cavorting and
courting and
racing in pairs!"
By now the children are laughing with glee,
Sleep as far from them as my book is from me,
Singing and dancing a horse-lover's jig,
And Mom at the door, her eyes growing big.
So if children asleep in their beds is your goal,
Don't mention horses, or ponies, or foals.
Stick to sheep counting and calm, quiet songs
And your flock will be dreaming - unlike mine -
Before long.
Parents by Raymond Sapienza
They take their time with little things,
With walks and talks and songs to sing;
With whispering scary bedtime stories
And oiling squeaky dollhouse doors.
Important things like the tying of shoestrings
And cuddling close during thunder and lightning;
A good old horse when it's time to ride;
Easy to find when it's time to hide.
And always there's the rocking chair,
A nickel for every hour there
Would make them very wealthy indeed.
But their riches are in the laughing faces
And beaming little "I Love You" smiles
Which make the jobs of Mommy and Daddy
The most important of their lives.