One poem every day for twenty-eight straight days this February. Suffice it to say, I’m in my Poetry Era. Most nights unfold the same way.My four-year-old wages war on sleep—one more story,one more sip,one more urgent whisper through the dark.Then the escapes: feet thumping the floor,five times, six, seven,each return a tiny surrender. I begin… Continue reading Ode on the Bedtime Chaos and Guilt of Another Sleepless Night: A Dad Poem
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