The demon child screamed through the night angry and wild confused with fright Her teething pain made her complain in fear, poor dear
© Stephen W. Buchanan 2021
Originally published advertising free at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet”
A Sleepless Night
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I remember those days!
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Thank you, Susi! A distant memory for me.
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Me too, thank goodness! 😉 You’re welcome, Stephen!
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Echoes of the past memories, when
this was a reality.
💙
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A distant past for me. Thanks, eob!
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Oh, I can so relate. Teething is a misery for everyone. Refrigerated carrot sticks was my go to
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Definitely not a fun time. I hope the carrot sticks worked. 😁 🥕 Thank you, NNP!
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They should do. Good luck 😃
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Oh, I haven’t had to deal with this in many, many years. 😁 Thanks!
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Well penned. She needs an ice lolly to suck!
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Thank you, Hobbo! An ice lolly would probably help a lot! 👶
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Hehehe.
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That poor child. 😢
Your poem made me think of William Blake’s ‘Infant Sorrow’
Thanks for this. I love Mr. Blake. I love your Ha’Sonnets too. xo
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Thank you, Selma! I did not know William Blake’s ‘Infant Sorrow’ so I went and read it. It is a very nice poem! Thank you for saying mine reminded you of it. 🙂
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It did. And glad you went on to read it. Be well, dear friend. Stay safe. Blessings.
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