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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.



* 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.