(for Sara, age 4)
My back fights
the middle of the sofa where
my spine fills the space
between the cushions.
My brain fights
the window with its proclamation
of a golden day. Golden days
can wait: I pull the blanket higher,
till eyes and nose fight
linens lined with cat hair.
But I can’t fight you,
posed at my head and waiting,
attacking at the first move I will make,
rushing at me full force with your arms:
I surrender sleep to your welcome home.
© Mary O’Donnell
Mary O’Donnell is a resident of Frederick, Maryland who has had poems published or due to be published in a number of places, including The Greensboro Review, The Road Not Taken, and the anthology, The Montpelier Plus Four.