Everything has changed
See! Sleep at a premium
between sleepless fits
That is a new cry
We have not heard that cry yet
There it is again
What kind of world is
the one this child came into—
time to change our shirts
Tag: DadPoem
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JunePoWriMo 21
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JunePoWriMo 19
How can it be that
you are born without language
you interpret us
back to our first face
and we can only respond
the same wordless way
the hint of a smile
that might be more of a smile
than we ever know
so we smile awhile
together we smile we smile