Children Inspire REALLY Bad Poetry

I wrote the following poem (in my mind) yesterday morning as I tried to sleep (unsuccessfully) at 6 AM when Luke crawled into bed with us.

Sharing

I like to share pizza,

I like to share games,

With one special friend, I share my name.

But one thing, when shared, makes me turn red.

Dear Luke, I am talking about Mama's bed.

A knee in my back,

A foot on my leg,

A whispering voice right by my head.

These little things make it so Mama can't sleep.

These little things stop me from counting my sheep.

I give you my money,

I give you my time,

But on this certain issue I'm drawing the line!

Just so you know...in the days right ahead...

I love you, I love you. But I won't share my bed!