Paging Morpheus
The order calls for attention,
At ten, at two, at five,
And so frequently in between.
Good gracious sakes alive!
Bleary-eyed, I stumble out,
Though I can barely creep;
I'm just a brand new papa now,
In need of one night's sleep.
Search
Search results
De Von Grady Hough, baby, in English Clear filters
Every Day Is Flag Day
Side by side, line after line,
Numerous little flags of white —
Soaked in borax, washed and rinsed,
Unfurled in the dawn's early light.
Before I finish with furling them up,
Today's unfurling begins —
Perhaps the stork and doctor were wise,
In forgetting my order for twins.
Describe a feeling — we’ll find a poem
Or try: