dear diary,
six months is funky.
six months is new found memories and size 3 diapers.
six months is cold banana and attempts to crawl.
six months is johnny jumpUP and tupperware-pool time.
six months is time for haiku.
ode to half a year
now more a man than ever
respect would be nice
slippery green peas
neck constricted with a bib
oh awful puree
fat furry creature
cat silently passes by
sweet jesus i want that fur
lazy summer day
dreaming of the open road
naked in diaper
fuzzy bald head DAMN
hair that is slow to arrive
for shape gel works best
mom singing raffi
no more twinkle twinkle star
some rock and roll please
peace, love and breastmilk.
indy*
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