Forgive my tardiness. I forgot to post this week’s Poetry Thursday poem before I went to sleep last night!
The madness of infants is wearing her thin
Unfashionably she wears prints, spaghetti red and pea green hands
Pondering formula, potty training and picky eaters
A vain attempt to still her thoughts,
She lay, breathing slowly
Trickling tears from half-closed eyes.
Droplets hit the pillow like the sound of a leaky faucet
Silence for a moment.
She savors, a rare and precious thing
Her days cycle viciously from cry to cry, mischief to mess.
And suddenly, a little voice begins to sing
“go to sleep, go to sleep…”
She moves nearer to the source, peeking from the doorway.
The mother’s tears turn to a small smile.
A child cuddles her baby sister close and sings a lullaby.