Forty Eight Hours
Sixteen months old,
and quiet a mess,
forty eight hours,
I have had my test.
Although,
not as young,
as I used to be,
I did it you see.
His mother was ill,
so I brought him home,
started singing,
those lullaby songs.
Tired, and frazzled,
but still standing my ground,
that sixteen month old,
is home bound.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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