Written for all those who suffer from Restless Leg Syndrome
Waking and walking into the night
Sleep it seems is not in sight
Musical beds is played instead
Just wanting to rest a weary head
Counting sheep and creating lists
Thinking of things that were amiss
Singing songs and humming a tune
Staring at the lazy moon
Hot baths, lotions, magic potions
Wishing, hoping, going through motions
Reciting poems, praying for sleep
What must be done to slumber deep
Reading, writing, watching T.V.
Resting, relaxing, this all eludes me
Herbs, spices, warm milk, and hot tea
White noise, music, and tapes of the sea
Deep breathing, pills, even meditating
Sleep won’t come so tired of waiting
Legs jumping they won’t be still
Body and motion control the will
Worms crawling inside the veins
As hope for rest finally wanes
Twilight, sunlight, coming fast
Now sleep will come, sleep at last
By Estelle P. Shrum
(Psalm 17:15)