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Baby misses Papa when he goes away in the morning
So every night, she waits for the big door to say,
“Jingle jingle, cli-click, swiiiing~”
then
♥ Papa ♥
Tonight, Papa comes home and hugs Mama;
“Where’s my princess?” he asks
She’s sitting in her high chair, playing with her fingers
“Mm-buh!” Baby burbles, and holds out her arms.
Papa swoops her up and kisses her on the nose.
“Were you good for Mama today, hm?” he coos
Baby doesn’t answer; she’s too busy patting Papa’s face.
Here’s some hair, and nice green-brown eyes,
and a nose, and a (BIG) mouth, and -
Her eyes widen in surprise.
What’s this?
Scratchy. Papa is scratchy.
Curious, Baby touches it (oh, but she's real careful)
Scratchy does not hurt her finger.
So she puts her hands over Scratchy, and squeaks happily when it tickles her palms.
Papa is puzzled, and he looks at Mama.
She laughs. “I think she’s telling you that you need a shave.”
So every night, she waits for the big door to say,
“Jingle jingle, cli-click, swiiiing~”
then
♥ Papa ♥
Tonight, Papa comes home and hugs Mama;
“Where’s my princess?” he asks
She’s sitting in her high chair, playing with her fingers
“Mm-buh!” Baby burbles, and holds out her arms.
Papa swoops her up and kisses her on the nose.
“Were you good for Mama today, hm?” he coos
Baby doesn’t answer; she’s too busy patting Papa’s face.
Here’s some hair, and nice green-brown eyes,
and a nose, and a (BIG) mouth, and -
Her eyes widen in surprise.
What’s this?
Scratchy. Papa is scratchy.
Curious, Baby touches it (oh, but she's real careful)
Scratchy does not hurt her finger.
So she puts her hands over Scratchy, and squeaks happily when it tickles her palms.
Papa is puzzled, and he looks at Mama.
She laughs. “I think she’s telling you that you need a shave.”
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Walking On
Standing - Alone - on a beachfront: the one constant pitch of the rugged ocean breeze crackles through my hair and my sodden layers. With my hands wedged firmly in my pockets I watch as a grey sky slides overhead and listen intently to the deep blue sea just in case it has any secrets to share with me.
No sleep or work to be had - only observing.
Occasionally I think to hear somebody calling my name from behind: I turn to find only quiet dunes, so I return my eyes to the sea again.
It is only when I hear footsteps that my attention is divided.
A girl; all I can see walking. I cannot tell her height, the colour of her eyes, her hair, her s
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Morning
The same morning ritual.
Coffee.
Make bed.
Coffee.
Check email.
Coffee.
Escitalopram, ten milligrams.
Lamotrigine, fifty milligrams.
Sodium valproate, one thousand milligrams.
Toast, multigrain bread, peanut butter.
Repeat every day.
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A Haiku
Light well past Midnight
full moon glow, lamp post bright, or
Netflix Marathon
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I did this with my dad when I was little~
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lol i can totally see a little kid doing this