Dad, scrambling for you to nap,
strap you in. We waltz.
You won't fall asleep.
I nestle you in and walk
then sit. We both snore.
Strapping you on and
sashaying 'round while it rains.
Dew drops cuddling.
My stubble scratched you;
now we're even - your duck fluff
keeps tickling my chin.
|My bro and I wearing our babies.|
Photo from my wife - Kim Call - here.