A Different Kind Of Speaking

This is the part of my life
when I get nothing done.
I had to steal away during
nap-time just to write this poem.
Will you prepare her a bottle?
Can you grab me a burp cloth? 
Since she is sleeping in my arms...
At this rate I am ten naps away,
if I read quickly, from finishing
my novel, and if I write quickly enough
I am one nap away from finishing
half of something else.