Monday, April 25, 2011

Silly Poem

I must be starting to lose it. This morning while I was nursing Ethan at 5:30 as I was drifting in and out of sleep, my thoughts started moving to the rhythm of the rocking chair. This was more or less what my half-asleep brain came up with:

Runny noses,
Snotty faces.
Hints of urine waft through
Certain places.

Sticky fingers,
Gummy smiles.
I feel my heart
Stretch out for miles.

Endless cleaning,
PB&J.
At least one person
Crying all day.

The heart is a house
With many rooms.
Look, my children
One for each of you.

1 comment:

Steph said...

you should have posted that on mothers day. very sweet and sticky, and true.

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