Oh!

I just found these as I was reading back through my Xanga.

It’s called Mama-Ku, where you write a haiku about being a mom.  I wrote these when Ronan was about a month old, and they nearly made me tear up today.  I miss my teeny, tiny peanut.

Why wont you sleep, love?

You must be just exhausted.

The swing is our friend.

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My son is hungry.

I desperately want to sleep,

Love gets me up again.

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His little fingers,

My mind cant grasp how tiny.

Each one is perfect.

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It’s bath time again

You sit and coo while I wash

We both love this part.

Dried and dressed and warm

I hold you close to my heart

Heaven smells this good.