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I wanted to sleep with out a hitch, no sound, no complaints or a twitch. Closed my eyes and about to drift heard my window clanged with a stick. Cursing god for not giving an ear lid went about clearing with a mop stick. Settling down to sleep light, if not sound wishing my sanity stays around, a Cat's mew, woke me this time... muffled voices adding to the strain. Sure something gone amiss woke again to see what it is? The kitchen sink full of foam, The cat mewing undertone. Poor cat frightened and soggy holding for it's dear life weary. Counted to ten and went back to my pen wide awake and at my wit's end. I prayed, for a little quiet, some silent moments out of riots... If I do not find some little peace here, I will lose my mind for sure. There came the reason for all this pain, looking like an angel with no complaints, wobbly lips and cherubic smile, walked with his cat leaving a trail. felt like thrashing him with a pole, but laughed and laughed till my throat turned sore. A sorry etched all over his face, And not sure how to plead his case, looked at me with looks forlorn, I shook my head for invisible horns He with his teddy and me with my pillow, A perfect combo not in need of a trio, We started to laugh and hugged each other, End of story between a son and his mother.
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May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 2:59 PM UTC
A story between a mom and son..
I wanted to sleep with out a hitch, no sound, no complaints or a twitch. Closed my eyes and about to drift heard my window clanged with a stick. Cursing god for not giving an ear lid went about clearing with a mop stick. Settling down to sleep light, if not sound wishing my sanity stays around, a Cat's mew, woke me this time... muffled voices adding to the strain. Sure something gone amiss woke again to see what it is? The kitchen sink full of foam, The cat mewing undertone. Poor cat frightened and soggy holding for it's dear life weary. Counted to ten and went back to my pen wide awake and at my wit's end. I prayed, for a little quiet, some silent moments out of riots... If I do not find some little peace here, I will lose my mind for sure. There came the reason for all this pain, looking like an angel with no complaints, wobbly lips and cherubic smile, walked with his cat leaving a trail. felt like thrashing him with a pole, but laughed and laughed till my throat turned sore. A sorry etched all over his face, And not sure how to plead his case, looked at me with looks forlorn, I shook my head for invisible horns He with his teddy and me with my pillow, A perfect combo not in need of a trio, We started to laugh and hugged each other, End of story between a son and his mother.
viji-suresh
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May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 2:59 PM UTC
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