Eyes closed
Sleep creeps near
And then I’m jolted awake.
Again.
His laugh bounces
Up two flights of stairs
From the basement
Where he games
With his friends.
I could be
Frustrated.
I need to sleep.
But I only feel content.
And lucky.
A few Marches ago
His smile was rare
And his laugh lost.
So tonight
I rejoice
In the laughter
That keeps me awake.
jenniebblog 
I certainly understand where you’re coming from, and you captured it so well. When your kid is struggling, there’s nothing quite as painful. And then when they’re good again, you rejoice. I’m glad things turned around.
This makes me so so happy. I’m glad he’s got that crew, we all need one ❤
That is certainly worth giving up sleep for! 🙂 ~JudyK
As a mother of a teenager, I can relate to this on a few different levels. The way our slices mark each March like we do their height on a permanent surface in the house somewhere. The way their laughter makes us so so happy. You capture this experience in so few – and yet very intentional words – and it is beautiful .
This is beautiful. ❤️
I want to share this with a mother whose son is suffering- there is hope for change ❤
There is definitely hope!
Oh man. This really hit me. My son is in the “rare smile” and “lost laugh” place right now 😦 This gives me some hope. Thanks for the slice.