Mornings and early afternoons
Are reserved for tea with chocolates,
sugar, candy, cake.
By late day I declare a truce.
My toys and I decide we need to rest;
Playtime can wear a soul out
But pride undermines logic.
I know I want to rest
But can not admit surrender.
It is a matter pride driven
By the five year old’s need
To prove that naps are for ‘babies.”
But naps are for babies and the adults
Who try to keep up with 5 year olds
Who just don’t like to take naps.


Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. JC prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers…a lot. Her column now appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.