(If you are reading this poem in The Reader, please click on the title “The Edge” above to go to my page to read it as the Reader cancels out the line spacing and this is a shape poem. )
The Edge
Moving between
the edges
of my life,
I have railed against sleep,
not knowing how long
the journey between them
might be.
At three,
I rebelled against naps,
craving the daylight adventures
lost to them.
At sixty-eight,
I fight off sleep in the wee hours,
hoping to gain a little bit more time
in a life whose furthest rim I am approaching.
.
I needed my naps more than the other girls,
my mother always professed,
not knowing all the long nights I stayed awake even then,
trying to win back the time lost to them.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
To see this poem in the proper form, you need to go to my page to read it. For some reason, Reader cancels out the arrangement of lines.
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Some of us just don’t want to miss a minute of living!
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Amen, Sister. I would make a good vampire, except for the fact that I can’t stand the sight of blood, let alone the taste of it. Also not too fond of homicide!!!
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No one can resist the power of nap.
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I do as much as possible, still.
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Good one Judy!
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Thanks, Ted. See you next year!!
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Thanks, Ted.
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I can relate, “at sixty eight, hoping to gain a little bit more time in a life whose furthest rim I am approaching.” No naps for me either; not enough daylight in a day for me to be one with nature, out in nature.
Great poem Judy, and love your photo; wonderful composition with the negative and positive space.
Connie
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Thanks, Connie. Just trying to fit it all in!
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Judy, I know exactly where coming from about naps. I have almost felt guilty about taking a nap, as I feel I should be doing something. That seems awful silly! My grandfather took a nap after every meal.
It might not be proper but I’m enclosing some information that we talked about.
Lake Poinsett, South Dakota, USA
lghoelson says:
October 20, 2015 at 12:56 am Edit
Leland Olson, why I mixed my name up with my Norwegian name Hoel I don’t know? Maybe I should just use my name, huh? Did you have relatives near Clear Lake or Castlewood? I went to school in Castlewood with a Dykstra.
lifelessons says:
October 20, 2015 at 1:16 am Edit
Yes…Their name was Sikkink but my grandmother’s sister also married a man name Dykstra who lived around there. (Both sisters married Dykstras.)
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Oh sorry. I didn’t know Clear Lake was near Castlewood…thus the confusion. I think any Dykstras around there would be related to her sister’s husband, not my grandfather. He only had one brother–Nick– who lived in Oregon or Washington.
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