Words are stuck Crawling Through the fog In my brain Thoughts swirl Bumping Into each other Vying for attention Light approaches Burning away the fog Sorting through my thoughts- Perhaps I should close My heavy eyes Lay my head back And bask in the warmth Of the Light on my face
Watching sweet Emi fall asleep is a gift. That transition from active to hungry to sleepy-we all know it well.
She doesn’t want to miss a thing!
I’ve used that phrase many times. And it’s true! Babies will sometimes work so hard to stay awake. Truthfully, we adults often do the same. Instead of listening to our tired bodies and minds, we keep pushing.
It’s ok. Lay your head back. Close your eyes. The world won’t stop spinning. 😉
Kelley, Emi is so precious (as are your words)! You will leave her a legacy of poems she’ll treasure. I just want to squish her! 🥰💕
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Lovely!
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Thank you, Yvonne!
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