A Sunday Nap
Sleep, Sleep,
don't run away
I've been chasing you
this entire day
and here we are
me and the couch
I want you sleep
but I'm no slouch
I kept the babies,
I brought breakfast,
I passed out water
and I wore lipstick
I smiled when the
toddler screamed in the park
I calmly scolded his little heart.
Now I am so tired
my feet hurt and I
am quite sure if I do not rest
my body will protest
and my inner beauty
will fade to beast
Nap, you are mine!
My Sunday priest.
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