Sometimes,
my youngest poems take such a long time
before they will settle into bed
one wants another good night kiss
another calls for water
and here
is little Poesy
dancing across the keys of our laptop
in her tiny rosebud nightshirt
hush children …hush
bid all the dear bloggers,
Adieu
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Insomnia never had a prettier companion than this.
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