Baby days

zephelly

Baby days.

These days.
My every one consumed
smothered
obliterated
By two small boys who make me the
center of their universe.

These back-breaking
soul-making days.
These exhausting tiresome menial days.
These on-a-loop glorious days.

These precious
fleeting
days.

Which will never come again.

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