Sleep while you can
The new mother tells me
So I take the permission slip
Like a command
I dream best in the early mornings
Between alarms, set far apart
And in the evenings I slip the heat pack
Under the covers
It feels too indulgent
Too unproductive
Too out of routine
But she’s a few months ahead of me
She can see what I cannot see
And she said to sleep
With Love,
Natalie