Twas the Night Before Last - a parenting poem

Twas the night before last, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse My pillows were fluffed with precision & care In hopes that sweet dreams soon would be there.   The baby was nestled all snug in her bed While visions of milk bottles danced in her head And Coach in his jammies & and I in my gown Had just settled our brains, had just finally laid down. ...more