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Posted by on May 24, 2010

Lines on my face show the night’s white noise
The grey in my hair shows my age
The defeated shadows in my eyes are your cries
And this poem I write is my stage

Between you you plot to test my resolve
You speak in words I don’t hear
Your innocence belies your crafty plan
Come evening you fill me with fear

Your laughter can lift my very soul
But when your cries ring out in the night
My heart sinks to my feet as I get myself up
And I pray I’ll get sleep before light

To my two beautiful daughters, who I swear can talk to each other despite being only 1 and 2 years old.

3 Responses to Broken

  1. TheMadHouse

    Oh so familar, my boys conspire against me all the time, they gang up on me. Love the poem

  2. Jen

    There is nothing worse than lack of sleep and yes, I am sure they do talk to each other!! Hope you manage to get a good night:) Jen.

  3. The Moiderer

    Oh I really feel for you. I really don’t function without sleep

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