Thursday, October 27, 2005


Day 60
27 October 2005

Haiku for the Mother of a Small Baby

I rise from bed like
the undead, shuffling toward noise.
Baby is hungry.

No shower for you
today? Don't be discouraged.
Someday she will nap.

Baby screams day and
night, produces gallons of
slobber. Teething sucks.

Foolish big person!
The baby did not give you
permission to sit.

O fuzzy-headed
queen, your wish is our command.
Please stop the screaming.

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