the night watch
It is two something in the a.m.
There is nothing sleepy about me.
I make a quick walk through the house to find two boys asleep in the living room.
How do they sneak down the steps so stealthily?
I check all the others – the drifters and the non-drifters.
And these slumbering heads and hearts are full and innocent and heavy and beautiful and I would sever my own arm to create a world while they slept that is infinitely better and less painful and they could wake up and smile and imagine the last year as a terrible nightmare that a little eye rubbing and back patting could neatly erase.
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Pat Meeks
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Rhonda
The nights are the worse! Alone with our thoughts and sole care of our children is not a good place. My heart still bleeds for you.