Oh!
I just found these as I was reading back through my Xanga.
It’s called Mama-Ku, where you write a haiku about being a mom. I wrote these when Ronan was about a month old, and they nearly made me tear up today. I miss my teeny, tiny peanut.
Why wont you sleep, love?
You must be just exhausted.
The swing is our friend.
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My son is hungry.
I desperately want to sleep,
Love gets me up again.
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His little fingers,
My mind cant grasp how tiny.
Each one is perfect.
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It’s bath time again
You sit and coo while I wash
We both love this part.
Dried and dressed and warm
I hold you close to my heart
Heaven smells this good.
