the baby’s still sleeping
after all the preparation and footsteps
and conversations and last minute warnings and advice
i’ve kissed him goodbye
and wouldn’t let him go
i teased him for a smile
and threw my shoes on to catch a kiss from my daughter
but the bus drove on
and she never looked back
so I’m a bit of alone
without the noises to fill my synapses
without the cries for mamam
and the fretted movements to find and deliver
it’s quiet
but now i’m left to missing them
and their bustle, their need
for me
my kind of peaceful
is them
- Tags: poem