woodandhoney

A goodbye-kiss on the cheek, a hug for the baby

I’m always late to work, but no one says anything.

It’s dark out when I return, I say hello and pat the baby

I’m home late again, but he tries not to say anything.

I fold the laundry, pack lunches and climb into bed.

He pulls me in close- I sigh softly and close my eyes.

But sometimes, when I hear his breathing change,

I turn around and open them again,

and wonder in the dark if anyone knows how to hold on to things you can’t see,

and ask myself why I must feel this way (as if anyone could love me better than you).

When I finally fall asleep, I dream of birds burning in flight.

In the morning, I hold still and feel the weight of the day needing to start

I sigh away the lingering images–there’s no room for impatient sleep here

I get out of bed; it’s time to start all over again.

Tagged: home, laundry, work