No sleep nights
Diapers and rocking
Lullaby hum
Nummys milk drool
By moon's light
And the smell that lingers in her hair
I delibrately impress this moment
To the place in memory
So deep and perminent
It may become instinct
iPhone Poetry
Monday, August 17, 2009
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