A Note For Tired Parents

When my children were small, I used to rush home from whatever I was doing, and be greeted by little hands pawing for attention, and feet dancing around in circles, dizzy with anticipation. Playtime would be a tangle of limbs, and a chorus of laughter and giggles, curious fingers padding a receding hairline, and soft…

Candlewicks

Light will close its eyes today, And children like candlewicks Burned too low, will cease their play Crawl on hands and knees, Stretch arms and beg….’please;’ Up, up upon a chair, To be hugged at daddy’s side. Angels who creep on tiptoe Silently clamor for a peek, Stumble and laugh, filling empty spaces; Gently brush…