Sheeplessness
Never a dull moment, with small fry in tow,
expressing opinions as they learn and grow.
Imaginations always working overtime,
throwing out questions that boggle the mind.
"Mom, I can't sleep," the little girl announces.
Mother advised counting sheep, jumping fences.
Soon, a small excited voice cries out in wonder,
"Mom, it's not working, they're squeezing under!"
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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