My Napping Thoughts
new thoughts don't come,
just fingers scratching head
and mouth sucking soy-milked coffee
while sleeping babies breathe out silence
much needed to rethink
old thoughts and drift
with feet perched and bare
on the couch of tranquitity.
new thoughts don't come,
just fingers scratching head
and mouth sucking soy-milked coffee
while sleeping babies breathe out silence
much needed to rethink
old thoughts and drift
with feet perched and bare
on the couch of tranquitity.
2 Comments:
wonderful poem, Sara-- AND, happy late birthday! :)
Beautiful poem, Sara!
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