Odes

Ode to the pacifier, ye of sucky endurance;
You provide many hours of nestling peace.

Ode to the swing, ye rocker of break-giving;
You give me many moments of blissful aloneness.

Ode to the vent fan over the stove, whirring away my child to dreamland.
You make me want to crawl inside the stove hood and fall asleep myself...yawn.

Ode to free-time - I'm sorry. Who are you?? I don't think I know you. Please leave my ode poem now.

Ode to my bathtub, full of blissfully hot bubbly water into which I can sink;
I love you I love you I love you.

Ode to my bed, ye of soft pillows and cozy sheets,
We do not spend enough time together of late.