Poems written with a baby on my lap: #2
I love you little one and
I love my amazing wife
I love your gentle coos and*
I love your little farts*
Sometimes it’s even musical…and when combined with a poo
it’s like modern art.*
I miss you.
I miss my wife
I miss family snuggle time on the couch because we’re to tired to move
I miss your little snorts
I miss your little sighs
I miss those beams of light **
every time you open your eyes.**
I love this life.
Thankful.
* To avoid any confusion, I was referring to Lily in these lines. I will refrain from making comments on any sounds or byproducts Rachel creates.
** now this could refer to either. I’ll let the critics debate.