3am And It's Quiet Comments

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Wonderful poem. Loved it. I am reminded of poem 3 am, by poet Sister Frances. She has simply disappeared from the site. This poem was translated in Hindi and Malayalam by me and Poet Kavita Singh

This is a great work.

When my children were brand new, I secretly loved 3am feedings: just the baby and me, and the night. I felt like a little thief stealing calm from the hands of daily chaos. Once in a while we saw the first hint of light creeping up, like it caught us in the act and shared our secret. This captures that feeling of stillness, and being seduced by it. Nice!

Ah. I've been there. A lot. Sometimes... it's nice. :)

ah the nice insomnia visitor... good way of describing it man.. i suffer myself

nights when i would sleep by a window down near the beach, i would listen to the crickets outside & i think that was the last time i slept so well... i was 13. liked the last couplet. Sus