Mother’s Little Helper

Opening mother’s drawer,
I find
black and green rubber bands,
nail colours,
old photographs,
and sleeping pills.

The search is easy;
mother would not wake up –
not even blink an eye,
not until 7 in the morning.

It is 1 in the night,
the howling dogs had their food,
the birds rest comfortably in their nest,
the moon has climbed high in the sky,
but I cannot sleep.

So, I decide to take a pill –
or two would be better.

Half an hour later,
it feels like I am resting naked in a bathing tub
filled with cold water up to my neck.

I have never had sleeping pills before,
and I am afraid when I wake up tomorrow
(I hope),
I will want some more.


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