hours fly too fast
sleep becomes a stranger, then
a small voice cries out
why is it that I
procrastinate just when I
need to get work done?
my attempts at poetry and journaling. I enjoy both, as well as learning how to be a mom and balance everything in my life. I love my life but I sometimes feel hopelessly inadequate.
1 comment:
A lovely first poem, Minerva. Welcome to the blogosphere.
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