In the never truly ever
truly dark dark night, ever
blinds-zipped, slat-cut,
dark-parked light,
you (late) touch my toes
with your broad flat own
horny-nailed cold toes.
Clock-tock, wake-shock.
In the ever truly never
truly long long night, our
little snoring-snarling
wild-child mild-child
starling-darling wakes every
two, three (you-sleep) hours,
in the never truly ever
truly lawn brawn fawn dawn.
Hahaha.
ReplyDeleteThis is so true. Most of the time in the middle of the might I wouldn't even hear Jamie wake up. I'd be like, "Jamie slept well last night." And then I'd get a death look from mommy.
I know the narrator is a mother. Poor mothers, even if the dads wake up to feed or change the baby, mothers still have those boobs to pump.