I turned my phone off.
Did they think I don’t care?
My mind had to rest.
Very rarely do the needs, though.
Best case, I worry too much; worst, I coddle and stunt.
And without experiencing the consequences,
It cannot follow that they’ll learn from their nightmares.
Failed good intentions may have paved the way there.
But they made their beds, with agonizing deliberateness.
All the while, I begged them not to lay down.
I helped them out again, too.
Can I just rest in mine a minute?
Do I sleep well at night?
Is it wrong if I do?
Try to spend a lifetime awake.
Harder still, spend it fretting.
Now I’m tired.