A Tired Mother

Damn poet–child–won’t let me sleep.
All she wants to do is goof off, put on, make up
silly songs or riddles. She’d skip about the place
if I’d let her, but the downstairs neighbors!

About thepoetsglass

Professor, poet, philosophical dilettante, plus some other impressively heady alliterations. Instructional designer and copywriter. Cognitive neuroscientist by night. Self-diagnosed coffee addict, sometime dancer, brooding bibliophile, and an always salty sailor.
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