Days
The morning begins staccato
Sharp baby cries and pounding fists
Then eases into a smoother song
Coffee pouring, babies rolling
Miniature giggles and coos
Beads shaking in their rattle
The afternoon slowly unfurls
Punctuated by nursing and naps
Night approaches hesitantly
Some eyes close, others are wide
Until the quiet seeps in
And decides to stay awhile
I rest for now, comforted
Knowing that I am held
Just as I hold and comfort
As night spills into morning again
A Continual Feast 