Like laundry waiting to be folded
tumbled together, we lie on the couch
tired and lazy

Fitting perfectly,
A mother and child
My shoulder, a pillow for your head
Your soft curls a gentle place to rest my cheek

Sweet Muffin, our shaggy rescue,
Nuzzles her way into our tableau
The voices on TV no match for our dreams
We sleep and drift into another time

Sweet days of children leaping into my arms
Shouts of, “Mommy’s home”
Blessedly underfoot

Awakened,
Slowly rising, separate, unentwined
When did he get to be so tall?

“Good night...I love you”
“I love you too Mom”

A pause, a hesitation...
“Mom.....that was nice,
like when I was little”

“Yes Tom....it was nice”