Last night was a bad one
Her tummy turned and sour
And terror screamed
And then it moaned
Hour after night hour.
Her Mother is exhausted
And I am digging deep
Is it quite impossible
To gain some precious sleep?
But now she's curls and cuddles
The moist eyes both wiped clean.
And fresh new onesey stops the chill
And Pooh Bear calms the scene.
Will days e'er come when this is missed
And daughter nicely grown?
When I remember hot cheeks kissed
That night she was my own.
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