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TIME WELL SPENT
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Your little body laying across mine is hot
Your breath is loud and steady
And in intervals you suckle at my breast as you sleep

The new kind of mess in our home soothes me
Your baby doll, and walker, and the laundry you happily pulled off of the huge mound on the couch
Are strewn across an otherwise clean and tidy living room. 
You play here and My heart smiles.

I could get so much done if I laid you down now. 
I could pay bills, fold that laundry, or empty this very full bladder which is testing it’s limits. .
But the warmth of your body is making my eyelids heavy.
Your breath is a comforting song. 
I drink in the serenity of your features, those chapped pink cheeks, full dark lashes are a crescent moon.
And your entire self is toward me, gathered into my bosom. .
How many more times? Some might answer, ‘many’. You are only a baby. But then you’ll be only a toddler, then only a child... and finally you’ll be grown. The many desperate selfies can not  capture this moment. So I try to save it, in a poem.
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TIME WELL SPENT . Your little body laying across mine is hot Your breath is loud and steady And in intervals you suckle at my breast as you sleep The new kind of mess in our home soothes me Your baby doll, and walker, and the laundry you happily pulled off of the huge mound on the couch Are strewn across an otherwise clean and tidy living room. You play here and My heart smiles. I could get so much done if I laid you down now. I could pay bills, fold that laundry, or empty this very full bladder which is testing it’s limits. . But the warmth of your body is making my eyelids heavy. Your breath is a comforting song. I drink in the serenity of your features, those chapped pink cheeks, full dark lashes are a crescent moon. And your entire self is toward me, gathered into my bosom. . How many more times? Some might answer, ‘many’. You are only a baby. But then you’ll be only a toddler, then only a child... and finally you’ll be grown. The many desperate selfies can not capture this moment. So I try to save it, in a poem. #hvparentmagazine @cosy.mama #momlife #motherhood #poetrycommunity #poetry #mompoem #poemsformom #parenting

#hvparentmagazine #momlife #motherhood #poetrycommunity #poetry #mompoem #poemsformom #parenting

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