Poetry doesn’t take as long…sometimes
Soaking up the quiet night
I listen to my babies breathe.
I should sleep with them, but I can’t resist
breathing-in this moment.
So many things compete for
my attention, my eyes, my touch.
I relish these moments of sole-
My family, my husband, my life.. nothing is more a part of me, nothing I’d rather give my life to. My time to.
But I need to re-energize.
I wish I could get this
with all of them around.
But I can’t, and I laugh at how ironic life is.
What else can I do?
Crying is the alternative.
Tomorrow I will be frustrated with
how little I can accomplish.
And seconds later my heart will melt
at the reality of how much I love my children
when I’m helping Clare get dressed.
Because that’s how it works.
That’s how this works.