My Marriage Bed

Today again, I will sleep alone.
I will try to fall sleep, trying not to think
In this king size dream of a bed made for loving,
cuddling, dreaming, and talking.

It is a loving bed and at time with all loving and kissing
happening within the mattress of my marriage bed,
it can make me blush. Oh my, if my bed could talk, what
dirty language it would speak.

To my dismay, the thought of sleeping alone makes any other place
in our home a far better place than my marriage bed.

Tonight I will crawl into my bed trying to sleep but the dreams
will not come; I wish it would maybe in sleep I would not feel
so empty or alone without my man. How nice it would be to able
to conjure at will dreams that make you forget you are sleeping
alone at night.

Please do not mistake or dismiss what I am saying,
It's not the physical part that I speak of but of the heart;
The one that knows, expects, and misses an arm around you to keep
The boogieman away, or cleaning the tears from my face after a bad day
It is the feeling I miss, of being safe, Loved, cared, and
Queen of my marriage bed.

Sometimes I sleep alone because our son wants to sleep
with his Daddy, where they plan of dreaming of a great adventure of
pirates and finding hidden treasures. At times, he is out with friends
or working late and I fall asleep in this empty bed waiting for him.

Ironic, never have we slept apart because we have argued,
never because of another person or problem but because he was tired.
Simply where he sat to rest for minute or two he fell asleep and forgot
to come to bed. How paradoxical, marriage life can be. In the last 15 years
I have spent my nights yelling from my marriage bed:


BABY, COME TO BED!