All is quiet in the house
apart from the metronomic snores of my husband
and the heat clicking off and on.
Both girls sleeping in their beds,
snow sprinkled trees outside.
Morning footprints now slushy imprints
in the yard.
Crumbs on the table call to me
like relentless gnats.
Let me relax and enjoy this silence!
This rare stillness over the house
before I must get up and be awake,
alert, and energetic.
Present for my sparkly-eyed little girls
so full of life and energy.
Sometimes I feel like I am their battery source-
I start to sag and wilt as they wind up to a frenzy,
my love for them blessedly replenished overnight.
I know the squeals of excitement and belly giggles
will not last forever.
The little dirty socks haphazardly strewn about
will not always clutter my floors.
Those sticky, little handprints will not always
adorn every wall, chair, or hard surface.
How I savor this time and all at once
look forward to my girls growing up.