October 25, 2024
Once I was someone's baby;
Creating messes I couldn't clean up,
Crying when things grew too loud,
And going to bed well before 9 pm.
Now I am someone else's baby;
Cleaning up messes I helped to make,
Still crying when things grow too overwhelming,
And going to bed well after midnight.
Someday, I'll have a baby of my own
And worry about messes, and tears, and sleep.
But for now, I think I'd prefer to be someone's baby.
At least for a while longer...
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