1:23 AM

in the wee hours of the morn
a poem cries out to be born

       turn on the light
       write, write, write

pat your baby on the head
climb back into bed

Middle-of-the-night inspiration isn’t my preference, but I know that if I don’t write things down right away, there’s little likelihood I’ll remember the lines in the morning. Peace to your ♥!

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