Sleeping on the Floor-A Poem

Dedicated to my husband, March 7, 2023

Remember the old house, with your mattress on the floor?

I thought it was pretty funny that you didn’t have a door,

But as I think about the last eight years and all that we’ve been through

That old house brought more happy times than a mansion could to me and you.

Remeber the night we slept on the floor by the fire with no heat?

A new house with a new baby, all with frozen feet.

That house became the home where both our girls learned to walk

There we planned and plotted, financial freedom is what we sought.

Remember when we all slept on an air mattress at our café-Friend and Foe?

I was pregnant and Sloane was 1, we worked so hard...little did we know

That soon our lives would be turned upside down, and all would be revoked,

But through the grace of God, we’d be strengthened and given hope.

Remember when we slept on the hospital floor, our 17 day old baby couldn’t breathe?

Fear and anguish gripped my soul as we waited and prayed for peace.

She was moved to ICU and for 4 days nothing mattered.

We cried and prayed and watched, exhausted and in tatters.

Remember when we slept on the basement ground in this strange new place we now call home?

The dead of winter in the mountains had me missing all I’d known.

We’ve worked day and night on this place, in hopes that it would bring light,

But the biggest reward of all has been the strengthened family bond, so tight.

Now as we wait for deliverance from yet more difficulties,

I smile at all I’ve been given - you, Jo, Sloane, and Eloise.

I still have hopes and dreams, but I no longer crave more,

At this point in my life, I’m ok with sleeping on the floor.