Goodbye Sleep

Goodbye Sleep

Now, Sir Sleep, we'll say goodbye,
I will not see you much. I know,
For I can hear a tiny cry
Which tells me that my sleep must go.

But while you're gone I shall posses
A little mouth which cannot bite,
Small fingers grasping tenderness,
And staring eyes, with wonder bright.

The eyes will soon with knowledge glow -
I pray they'll keep their brightness still.
Some teeth will come quite soon, I know,
And fingers grow to toddler's skill.

And so, Sir Sleep, though you'll be missed
And though for your return I'll pray,
Yet still I'll cherish, treasure, kiss
The things I have while you're away.

-G.J. Phillips