jet lag words

it's noon in London
i want real tea

and
i am loved
so vastly yet so truly

on a sidenote:
i'm apt to steal the next infant i see
we will live in a home of brick and shuttered windows
and when you grow i'll teach you to whistle through grass
all our books with hardcovers
the kitchen floor will be yellow tile
our beds obese with pillows


darn you blogging baby photographers!
*shakes fist*