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| Josie, at 4 days old |
spontaneous baking
is any day better making
just like photo taking
sends boredom in its boots shaking
an uninspired life forsaking
is feeling fear and quaking
running from all faking
and flaking
a heart for realness aching
the children, me so early waking
hope on the creator's goodness staking
free from shame and blame breaking
afraid no more of my mistakingI started this poem with the first two lines before I started counting syllables and realized I was already one too many on each line for a haiku. Then I decided I would add a line and just do my own version of a haiku, but as I pulled up a list of "words that rhyme with baking" I couldn't stop! It was fun. And a bit silly. (which is likely why I like it.)
In other news, I love photographing newborns! The stillness and peace is perfection to me.
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