i see him on the edges of my days;
his back in the bathroom as my eyes adjust to the morning light, a kiss, a smile;
and the yawning hours, of day shutting and walls folding to sleep.
in the middle we are full of all the goings-on,
diapers folded, videos taken of Baby’s new word,
spelling lessons,
and dishes, always dishes.
he goes; i stay.
of course, there is
team Us! at the dinner hour, a formidable force.
team Us! at the bedtime hour, unvanquished.
but when Night comes tucking down her corners,
and disguised by sleep the children take Pan’s hand,
we set about to hemming
claiming
the edges as our own.
I am awed by the beauty of these words, Harmony.
And…I love the photo that represents so many thoughts, words, and stories of it’s own ~ dear Mandy’s yard.
This comment meant a lot to me, Mama.
This is just beauty here. Thank you, sister.
Thank you, Jennifer. I’m glad you found me. 🙂