my kind of peaceful
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