your morning rumbles
fights over who woke up first
disappointed that mom is always the winner
exciting chaos of a new day awaits
and you run off to find an adventure
the sunkissed lazy afternoons
blanketed in stories and pretend play
me holding you in my arms fighting old demons inside
the cozy evenings pass by fast
i wait in our fort of pillows and baby blankets
time for you to share stories and complaints
what made you smile and teary eyed today
zombies, dance party, karaoke breaks to climbing walls
you both finally bounce away to the bunks
awaiting just one more story time
the soporific effect of my voice still works on your tired minds.
you make me a proud mommy most of the day
but it is your randomness that is my loudest pride.
Black Coffee and Grey Stories 