beauty sleeping

I couldn't understand
why
she didn't want to work.
how mean was I to say
so often,
get a job
after the son was born
and soon walking.
but no.
she slept in, slept
through the years,
the decade,
as the child grew,
went to school,
to college
to California. get a job,
i'd say.
do something, help me.
but no. instead
she found a better place
to sleep,
someone with more
than what I could give,
more patience.
she sleeps
there now, undisturbed
as the sun
rises into noon.