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:
Sounds like you're managing child-sharing carefully and well.
Sounds like you're your mother's poetic offspring. :)
sounds like i survived an hour and a half tantrum :P
lol.
I love your poetry.
I'm laughing too:)
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