Ten stitches

Ten stitches and no-one has to die. Ten little half-doubles and there will be no homicide. The smallest is quiet, bottle and toy. First stitch. Mine is crying on her bed because I made her go to her room. Second stitch, third stitch.Biggest is in the livingroom quietly cutting up National Geographic to make a collage. Fourth and fifth stitch. I can soothe the scream raw throat with a cough drop. Sixth, seventh and eighth. My day is almost over, the extra two go home in only an hour.Ninth stitch. I can have some coffee and computer time as soon as hunny comes home. Tenth stitch. Breathing again.