Sunday, February 27, 2011

Little Muse

Stumbling, weary
Grabbing blankets
For a welcome inevitable crash
But shaky, stiffened arms pop out in protest
There's a baby in my bed!
Smaller than my pillow and weaker than the cat
He's suddenly the gravitational center of the room,
Pulling me into the infant sleep I once knew
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