knowing my ones.

I’ve been watching them

it seems

all of their lives.

Which,

of course,

is true.

I have.

I’ve been watching

and memorizing

and forgetting.

And watching.

And re-learning.

Still,

at the end of each day,

as my eyes wearily close

and my world grows dark,

I know I will still forget.

I know it’s not enough.

I will never be full enough.

There is no satisfying my insatiability

to know know know

these small humans whose care and training I have been given.

May it always be a beautiful challenge, a marvelous mystery.