Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Little Pea wakes
Her squeaky, sleepy cry calling out to me
Across night and an apology
I rush to meet her
Pick her up with my arms (much like a spatula) and slide her across the bed
She snuggles up to her nursey
Starts ripping my hair from my scalp
Her fingers all wound up in it
Chugging and snorting, kicking at my legs
That chubby nose.
Cheeks overflowing with soft and soft
Drifting away slowly and then
The Final Throes!
She slumbers again
Hair scented with orange
Fist still clenching a few strands of my curls...