Fully Their Own
Laundry can wait for morning.
Sleet bouncing on the rooftop is for pajamas,
yawning, soft music, letting legos in their piles
be uniquely organized floor ornaments.
I gather another brownie,
a second cup of coffee, my breath in one large motion
before curling up beside the space heater,
snug in a crocheted blanket.
Dark comes early, whispering, “Slow down, listen,
look up and see the children grow
a little more amazing
I stare so long each one asks, “Mom, what?”
I smile, just barely remembering we once shared a body,
then lightning-aware that these children
are fully their own.
Written by, Heidi Baker
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