Saturday, March 14, 2009

eeping

sleeping child, through with weeping
(and screaming and kicking and getting off the bed at naptime)
softly snoring while i'm keeping
quiet and noon is creeping
towards evening; cheeping
birds anouncing that the moon is sneaking
into the space the sun left.

5 comments:

Geo said...

Sounds like you're managing child-sharing carefully and well.

moiety said...

Sounds like you're your mother's poetic offspring. :)

Anna said...

sounds like i survived an hour and a half tantrum :P

Johanna Buchert Smith said...

lol.

I love your poetry.

Unknown said...

I'm laughing too:)