are you kidding me?
how is a mama supposed to get anything done
with those big brown, light-filled eyes in the room?
and then you have to go
and flaunt those rosy cheeks at the same time
(the ones speckled with tiny cracker crumbs).
i can’t get over them.
but the laundry, the phone and oprah will have to wait
while i huggle my sweet snuggle bug
(’cause that’s what matters most of all).