Baby Keeping
Sometimes when I sigh at the pile of unfolded laundry, when I yawn in the middle of the night, when I wipe the spit up off my shirt, when I just want to use two hands for a minute, when I have changed and nursed and rocked and bounced and I still can’t bring on the sleeping…I find myself whispering these words…
babies don’t keep
babies don’t keep
babies don’t keep
And I give my girl a little tighter squeeze.
Don’t grow up baby girl…
image credit Lay Baby Lay
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