Children all nestled safely
in their beds, while
teenagers dream of
weekends and plans;
the toddler dreams
of books and
lollipops.
It’s quiet here now.
Almost too quiet.
Things are extreme
in a house with children.
The sounds go from loud
to nothing in mere hours.
The house will wake soon.
The showers will run and
mirrors will fog. Makeup
will be carefully applied.
A new day will begin.
We’ll start all of this over.
This I know I can depend.
Lucy Grace's Mom 