A penny for your thoughts poems

A helping of Haiku, a limerick for spice, and some free verse for dessert.

Persistent and calm,
Rain drumming on the rooftop
Lulls me back to sleep.

Angry daffodils
Forced out of hibernation
By warm spring sunshine.

There once was a baby so happy
The pride of her mammy and pappy
That the poem mom wrote
Was such a sweet note
All accused mom of being quite sappy.
(And that's why this limerick's so crappy...)

Tired and incoherent,
she pushes the hair out of her face
and rolls out of bed.
Her body creaks and aches like a
disused old machine, rusty and lethargic.
She shuffles down the hall
into the darkened nursery.
Picking up the warm peeping little bundle,
she settles down into the rocking chair,
a mama bear cradling her cub.
She fusses with her clothing
and settles the babe in for feeding.
Love and hormones wash slowly over her,
lapping at her exhaustion,
eroding her tension.
Relaxed, the child's head falls back
mouth open, long eyelashes sleeping
on the pinked ivory cheeks.
She rocks a little longer,
unwilling to burst the bubble.
Soon enough, she lays her little one
back in the crib, and leaves the room.
Crawling back into her own bed,
the cocoon of covers no longer warm,
she sighs and falls back asleep.
She is mother, hear her snore.