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,
Twice,
And I knew it was time to just get up.
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