As She Sleeps

By Mike Smolarek


She sleeps

while I watch, waiting.

She always falls asleep before I do,

forgetting the day before I do

closing her eyes softly

sighing quietly as she sleeps


The cold wind

from the winter outside

cannot invade the tranquility

of the room inside.

I run my fingers across her cheek,

she slowly smiles,


I hope,

of me.