For B, On Saturday Morning

I wrote this poem this morning.

For B, On Saturday Morning

When you fell asleep while nursing,
I thought you’d go back to sleep,
But you started crying.

When we brought you into the big bed,
I thought you’d at least stay quiet,
But you just wanted to kick and coo.

When Daddy got up with you,
I thought I could (possibly) doze for another few minutes,
But then you peed in your own face,
And I knew it was time to just get up.



Filed under Awesome, Baby, Family, Love, Nonfiction, Writing

2 responses to “For B, On Saturday Morning

  1. Oh my, not another “mourning”! Ha, great post! Thanks for sharing!

  2. Yeah, I love children but it’ll be at least 6 years before I’ll consider having my own.

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