The Night Shift

Every cloud does have a silver lining – sleepless nights can turn to gold

When my daughter comes home late

I’m awake for her hand to hold

The front door closes gently behind her – the lock clicks into place

I hear her footsteps moving closer

At my door she pops in her beautiful face

“Mom, are you awake?” she asks me in a whisper soft and low

“Of course I am, my dear” I reply

Thankful the answer wasn’t no

“How was your night,” I ask her, so curious to know

For though her tales of sports and friends

Into her world I may quickly go

That night’s adventures come to life – her stories she does share

I marvel in the joy she brings

As she tosses her golden hair

It’s not so much the words we say – that make the time so sweet

But together there in the dark

Our special place to meet

My sleepless nights have turned to be – much to my delight

A mother-daughter bonding time

Enjoyed only past mid-night!