Monday, February 8, 2010

rain, or... mommy bRAIN

Rain by Shel Silverstein
I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.

this is how i feel today. like things are sloshing around

can ya blame me?


  1. i feel that way *all* the time, mama. totes understandable. hang in there. by the way, LOVE this poem. Shel Silverstein is freakin' awesome.

  2. i read these to the boys at night now before bed, i think more for me than them. cuz they try to close the book every night.


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