Friday, June 19, 2015

Poetry Friday - Sweet Baby Boy

Hair pulling, twisting, turning,
Aggravation, negotiations.
Hostage taker, bedtime hater.

Swaddling, snuggling,
Screaming, struggling.
What more must you ask?

Water, juice, milk.
Toys, books and blanket.
When will this pass?

Dear God, please,

At least by age three.

**In other news, I may start posting some short stories on Friday instead of poetry, because this is the most creative I can get in my current life stage. These boys are draining my brain most days... Or maybe I just need more sleep.
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