MOTHER’S REST

It’s late, it’s late, it’s time for bed.

Should’ve been sleep a long time ago,

But here we are despite what I said

I keep reminding myself how I love you so.

You sit on my lap with stories to tell

In a language I don’t always understand.

My distracted mind tries not to dwell on

the quiet evening I had hesitantly planned.

I listen, tired, exhausted, done with the day

And begin to notice how big you’ve become.

So small still, for now, you won’t stay that way

I’m saddened that busyness made me so numb.

My heart aches as I long for this moment to last,

With you in my arms, head on my chest,

Knowing this will too soon be past,

I close my eyes and know I am blessed.