How Lucky I Am! Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Her dreams lie scattered
all around the living room

where she has fallen
asleep & still sleeps

oblivious of my tip-toeing
through her dreams

as I tidy up her thoughts
and they form like a speech
bubble above her

like the cartoon
(turned down)
playing on the telly.

She turns over
& snores on her belly

face squashed
unflatteringly against the pillow

her naked bum
uncovered by this latest turn.

I smile
& turn away

knowing how lucky I am
to love her.