At last, I lie
Upon my bed.
At last, I sigh
And rest my head;
As, quietly
They all a-snooze.
As, silently
My book, peruse;
Till, of course,
One breaks the calm.
Till, its source
Cries loudly, “MAHM!”
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I Didn't Want to Be a Mother 
I love this. This is so me.
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🙂 I’m sorry; “Dad” didn’t rhyme with “calm…”
Let’s go with:
Till, of course,
Bad dreams are had.
Till, the source
Cries loudly, “DAD!”
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That works. Thank you for the personal touch.
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