You are still awake
Will we ever sleep again,
My fussy baby?
Mac and cheese for lunch
Once again, dropped on the floor.
Still OK to eat.
Spit-up on keyboard
Long drips stretch down to the floor
Better get the rag.
I should not complain
You sleep three hours at a stretch;
Enough time to dream.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Some Haiku for Today
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