Little L

I nestle close to your father,
He lays his hand where you sleep,
I feel you wake and begin to move
Within your cradle deep.
I see your movements across my skin,
Feel your stretches, rolls, and jerks.
I've yet to meet you little one,
But how I love your quirks!!

My totally amazing excuse.

Okay, so, I have a really good excuse for not writing every day in May. TWO really good excuses actually. The first one, I got fired from my job. (never been fired before, that was interesting....) So I was busy figuring that out. Also, unbeknownst to me, I'd started growing a little baby inside of me! My husband and I are thrilled. :-) So now that everything's settling down, (well, everything but my stomach.....) I'm back and better than ever!

Ho Hum Drum
Twiddly Dum
I've got time
You have none.

I'm writing this by cell-phone light
While my husband sleeps
His arm is around me, and the night
Silence is filled with beeps
As I keep the light going.

From upstairs a melody
As I talk with Him,
Seems as tongues of angels
Singing far and dim.

My husband's leatherman multi-tool
Is a spaceship from Uklor.
He told me so.

Hello beautiful tomato!
I bought you at the farmer's market.
You will taste good later,
On a sandwich or something.
But I am full right now
And content to just admire.