Monday, August 28, 2006

bedtime--an excuse for bad poetry

Its time for bed tired mama,
You've bathed them all
and found the pajamas.

You've cooked,
You've cleaned,
You've scraped in-between.

The laundry needs folding...
A baby needs holding...

A long to-do list, that won't get done tonight.
Its time for bed.
God Bless and Good Night.

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