Sleep,

he says,

while baby naps

and the older ones are

at play

with the neighbors.

Close your eyes,

rest,

you deserve it.

Why don’t you

seize the moment?

So I attempt

to snooze

but creativity awakens

just at that moment,

so many thoughts

once jumbled in my mind

begin to flow

into a cohesive stream

of thought.

A poem emerges.

I must write it down

before baby awakens.

I grab my pen,

post the words

and of course he wakes up

right then.

I am rejuvenated too.