Passionate About Pittsburgh
and the Moms Who Live Here

Snooze

A dull pain slowly awakens me.

Under my hip is a metal toy car.

And in the waistband of my pants 5 little toes are being kept warm.

I slept in those pants,

Too tired to remove them the night before

My arm is numb and my shoulder tweaked from cradling your head all night.

I try to adjust myself so I’m slightly more comfortable.

But that bothers you, so you place your hand on my face to keep me still.

Your fingers are soft and untouched by life’s work.

As you nuzzle closer I inhale the sweet scent of your sweat dampened curls.

I become intoxicated and hold off starting the new day for 5 more minutes. 

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