Monday, June 2, 2014


Baby you are there in your bed. Quiet but frustrated.

"I no sleepy,"

You insisted, until, arms folded in somnolent prayer, you slept, unsleepily.

Outside child-grown babies run and shout, knowing that if they chase the fairies in the garden they will outrun their lessons. 

For what mother

Would trouble peaceful play with lessons?

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