with no sleep in our sight.
She's laughing, talking, playing too,
in the middle of the night.
She's gonna wake her sisters up
with all her carrying on.
So here I'm shushing, rocking too
in the early hours of dawn.
Nocturnal Sanders is a challenge to myself to write a new poem for each of the next 365 days. Along the way I hope to discover my hidden voice of creativity.
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