A mostly daily, sometimes funny, sometimes tragic (like parenting) poem inspired by being an at-home Dad.
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Confessions
Sometimes
When I am
Face down on the floor
Arms and legs
Splayed out
A giant X
Being drawn and quartered
As I look under the couch for
A lost ball
A puzzle piece
A plastic zebra
I close my eyes
And take a tiny
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