changing diapers in
public embarrass no more
Mom: One, Poop: Zero.
or
changing diapers in
public embarrasses not
Mom: Won, Poop: Zero.
smell your neck as safe
in your lap, I snuggle, warm
and then I can go.
blood on your mattress
new sister for us. And then
another brother
belly breast and brain
cradle manna character
her Self became me
Your face is the home
barometer. Your wooden
spoon was always fair.
There’s a 1000 dollar giveaway over at RIMD today. I know, makes all those other giveaways look pretty darn skimpy. Deadline is 8 pm CST (those Okies!) to submit your Mom haiku (5-7-5 syllables, usually about nature). If I get a brain transplant (preferably from a non-percocet-abusing person) before tonight and think up some good ones, I’ll update this post. Meanwhile, I am pretty happy to have one poem with an alternate version. Very Emily Dickinson, don’t you think?
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I think you need to go easy on those drugs you are on. (And I don’t just mean the prescription ones)
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Jane, glad to have your haikus.
Funny poetry in any culture is fine with me!
Wow! I won the button contest! I’m thrilled!
I need to email you about it; right now Prince Tatertot is in need of some Nick Jr.com time.
And you’re right – I do need to list out some topics for WMWW in advance. Procrastination might work for me, but not for everyone else!
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