6.01.2006

poem #1

"fatigue"

i know no fatigue like my daughter's cries
at 3 a.m.
wednesday morning, after a thirteen hour day.
thursday morning, rather - wednesday night -
the red block-numbers on the clock face
do not blink: 3-thirteen
and dreaming of dreaming,
holding, with all my might
my daughter up and my eyes open.
she will not need to feed - breastfeed -
for two more hours
and she will not stop.
she does not know that i could cry
as she is crying,
that together, we would never stop.

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2 Comments:

Blogger Emily Smith said...

I could just say amen to that -

11:00 AM  
Blogger Lisa said...

ah, the joys of parenthood.

11:37 AM  

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