dA-Mommies

How did you get poo on your ear? And how is it when we think you’re dreaming your curious eyes share the truth. And why is it when we dine, you wail until we stop for you to repay our comfort with projectile vomit on you, on me, on daddy, on the sofa, the floor, the cushions and my dinner plate.   Your hands raise above your head; this is the way to sleep and this is the way you snore and this is the way you will then wave your shark fin hand to tell me it’s feeding time again.   I love you because you remind me of a man who farts and smiles just like you and wraps yourself in my old cardigan as if it was me cuddling