Also for Jingle Poetry at The Gooseberry Garden Poetry Picnic Week 17:  “Photos, Nostalgia, Memories, and Families”  … I missed the post date, but they were the inspiration.

Bianca asleep on the cable box.

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Random thoughts linger
as I sit here watching the cat sleep
…asleep on the cable box …doesn’t
seem like a comfy place to sleep.
As I ponder, why is it that sometimes
the most uncomfortable place
or position to sleep promotes
the deepest sleep for man and beast?
.
Have you ever watched a baby sleep,
in their high chair,
the side of their head in a bowl
that had held their morning oat meal? 
Or a puppy asleep using
a half full tissue box, crushed flat
by their head,  for a pillow
while riding in the car…snoring away?
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It shouldn’t surprise me,
for I can sleep in a chair and wake up
hours later…only waking when
an arm is so numb and in pain.

And it shouldn’t surprise me that
my son could sleep with baseballs,
gloves, basketball or brand new
soccer cleats…I know that because
of hearing the sound of bouncing
balls on the ceiling after he’d gone
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How did I get from Bianca draped
over the edges of the cable box to thinking
of how three generations of women
sleep with their arms over their heads
….easy as children, more difficult
with aging…to rise and shine
with your arms “frozen” from sleeping
that way all night ?

I thought it was cute when they
were babies and toddlers,
thinking of the oddities of
genetics and body language
of sleep.
Three generations that sleep
in the same position,
comfortable til we wake and
try to lower our arms !
.
I understand this is the way
of elderly ladies,
who start thinking, and one
thing leads to another.
To random thoughts that linger
as I watch the cat sleep.
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