Nightmare

The boys have had a rash of nightmares this week.
One night we had four in our room by morning,
Filling our bed and floor with sleeping sons.

Then I had a nightmare.
Not the sort based on travel anxiety,
Where a flight goes awry or a gate change proves impossible,
But a terrifying weight, an invasion of house and family.
The last time I had one like that was in childhood.

Children, I will put up with your continued invasion
Of my sleeping space,
As long as you have need.