You are not five.
You are definitely not six.
The cat is like, “Bitch, please.”
Even the dog doesn’t like you.
But the baby is filled with immeasurable delight.
His raspberry sounds extra loud.
Yet somehow still funny.
(Because love.)
Four f*&^%$# A.M.?!?!?!?!?!
Every time you visit
(every. morning. for. three. weeks. straight.),
I think of my grandma,
who got up with you every damn day.
To serve other people coffee.
I pour myself a cup
and appreciate my life.
Sleepily.
The More You Mom 