Week Six Colic
walking rocking
most of the night
nursing
humming
no end in sight
drinking tea and walking my screaming boy
out to the deck in the dead of night
stars and quiet, owls hoot
dogs nose always on my knee
he wants to know
how can this be?
what happened to our simple life
our reading fests
our silent nights?
now we walk
we never rest
who is this noisy unrepentant pest?
he licks the baby
sniffs his hair
breaks the cry
midair
he puts his head back on my knee
now can things go back
like they used to be?
Copyright © Veronica Joseph | Year Posted 2009
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