A Poetry Journey

Poem – Morning Routine

Written by

AWR72

in

. . . Baby wakes

My heavy eye lids,

pushed open with the sound

Trudge down the stairs

Dry thirst in my throat,

from the long night’s sleep

Wife wakes,

stumbles like a zombie out of bed,

follows my created footsteps,

to the nursery

Baby’s eyes meet the day

Feeding

Burping

Feeding

Burping

Feeding

Burping

Diaper change

Feeding

Burping

Feeding

Burping

Feeding

Burping

Stomach full

Time for play

Time for sleep

and

peaceful dreams

until

Baby wakes . . .

Comments

2 responses to “Poem – Morning Routine”

  1. unfetteredbs Avatar
    unfetteredbs

    smiling at this.. feel like I am traveling through time 🙂

    1. atothewr Avatar
      atothewr

      That’s about the way it goes most mornings for us.

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