Oh my goodness, it is truly one of the WORST things, to sleep poorly night after night. It feels like cruel joke, to sleep in a ragged incomplete way, night after night. It is something I would not FOIST on my worst enemy. Tonight, I expect that I will COAST along easily to dreamland. May I wake in the morning able to BOAST of excellent rest.

Georg’ann

With the SOUND of laughter
we left history in the cupboard.
More to write but not today.
Chapter by chapter, slowly
bringing stories into light.

When this work is done we might
have a roaring fire, setting them
to ROAST. Tonight she’ll COAST
through crafts for distraction.
Shelled peanut nativity scenes,
rocks painted like fluffy sheep.

It was hard. The kind of day
that begs for impossible comfort.
Accepts tea with TOAST and jam.
Despite other’s appreciations
nothing here to BOAST about.
Only a tender heart bursting.

Heather