Friday, December 28, 2018

Tired

*A poem dedicated to new moms everywhere.*

Sitting awake, here I am,
Tired as can be, no sleep at hand.
Baby cries when I put her down,
Snuggles she wants from sun up to down.
From sun down to up, she wants snuggles some more,
Little one is teething, so I'll give in of course.

My little pumpkin is cute as can be,
As cute as she is, I still wish for some sleep.
One day she'll grow and I'll be missing these nights,
For now, it feels as if no end is in sight.

Coffee tomorrow, tonight we will snuggle,
Tired as I am, this girl needs her cuddles.

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