Poem – Morning Routine

. . . Baby wakes

My heavy eye lids,

pushed open with the sound

Trudge down the stairs

Dry thirst in my throat,

from the long night’s sleep

Wife wakes,

stumbles like a zombie out of bed,

follows my created footsteps,

to the nursery

Baby’s eyes meet the day

Feeding

Burping

Feeding

Burping

Feeding

Burping

Diaper change

Feeding

Burping

Feeding

Burping

Feeding

Burping

Stomach full

Time for play

Time for sleep

and

peaceful dreams

until

Baby wakes . . .

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