Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Haiku For My Little One

Dear daughter of mine,
Get your finger out of there.
Here is a Kleenex.

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Go to sleep, my child.
I love you so very much,
When you are sleeping.

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It's beautiful out!
Let's go to the park today!
When's my turn to swing?

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I love when you sing.
Your voice a beautiful song.
But it's 3 AM.

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Don't eat the Kleenex.
Get that out of your mouth, please.
Fine. Just swallow it.

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