She woke me last night.
I heard her upstairs
talking to her boyfriend on her computer.
It’s been happening nearly every night.

And I thought about how
I won’t be woken up in the middle of the night
anymore, after tomorrow.

Because she will be going back to school.

Tonight, I will fall right back asleep knowing
my angel is upstairs, under my roof
in her room, where she belongs.

My baby is safe, one more night,
before she flies back out into the world.

I want to race up to her room,
and be with her,
to stretch every moment I have left,
to hide in the bag she already has packed.

She is home one more night.
And I can go back to sleep.