Saturday, January 25, 2014

Night into Morning

Bedtime stories are read.
A sweet baby nursed, and nestled in bed.
Such is the sweetness of life,

For I know this time will soon enough disappear,
Though I rush it now hurriedly along,
Because sleep is precious too, right?

And when the morning comes,
Praying that the morning comes.
I'll be grateful again.

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