Look at him over there
Wide awake
And snoring like an old man. 
With his short teeth
Mouth not even full. 
Soon to be three years old. 

Maybe he’ll cry tonight,
For something he didn’t get. 
Maybe he’ll have fun eating cake. 
Not sure when he’ll go to bed. 
Hopefully it will be early,
And the whole house 
Won’t be up after him. 

He snores like that 
When he sleeps too,
As loud as an external speaker. 
But that’s how I can tell
He’s alive, that he’s breathing
And still with me. 


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