Sleep-deprived and slack
   she lies in bed, unmoving
      the baby cries, loud

                                                                            Running feet enter
                                                                               holding Polly, the doll, dressed
                                                                                  Time to wake, Mommy

Your eyes open slow
   She shuts hers even tighter
      Time to wake Daddy!

                                                                          Yet another day
                                                                             Of hungry mouths, dirty butts
                                                                                And yet she slumbers

You sigh, wash your face
   I should’ve heeded mom and
      married another

I don’t deserve you, baby.

But I sure do love you