With everything that life has to offer,
There's so much to be enjoyed,
But the pleasures of sleeplessness I suffer,
Is the one I cannot avoid.

Tiny little hands that rubs on me
playfully nudging and poking fingers
my eyes half-open denies to wake up
my sleepless eyes shed drops of tears.

With a ruthless rub, I manage to open
finding the little one caress her empty...