6.27.2011

visible.

i lie down at night with
hair disheveled and clothes ragged, post-
cooking, which happens from
scratch and from the heart and
after the laundry's all
done, after the
chasing and the wiping and the
playing and loving and
protecting from fatal injury
the entirety of my energy, spent
looking one hot mess, but
still and always
smiling

he lies down at night with
hair disheveled and clothes ragged, post-
scarfing favorite foods, after
spilling and grass-staining and ripping, after
fleeing and squirming and
playing and loving and
forever falling down
the entirety of his energy, spent
eyes wide,
disaster in his wake, and
still and always
smiling

6.25.2011

tiny hands.

little baby hands with five
tiny baby fingers, always
running away with food and
toys and books and
my heart