an ode to naptime

I can tell by that look in your eyes

that you are way past tired.

Then starts the kicking and screaming 

which shows that soon you'll be mired.

In a nap of gigantic proportions

that you shall refresh and renew.

Then you'll stop crying

for a moment or two.

 And daddy will think,

"she's done, she's through."

 This illusion is never quite true. 

Now she is wailing and fighting it more. 

Don't defy it, dear. Ca-pit-u-late!

You'll wake up later

Feeling so great.

and ready to play, bounce and run.

When you're well-rested,

I promise my dear,

you'll have way, way, way much more fun.

But no, you just fight it

and won't ever go easy.

I guess that's just how you are. 

Secretly I am so proud that you don't give in easy

you'll need that later in life.

I have to remember that your protestations

are actually useful strife. 

But it's true that some days 

I wish it were true 

that you were a bit narcoleptic.

And just went to sleep

or did what we told.

Without getting so apoplectic. 

(Oh no! no more time for editing this- she's up!!!!)