A Stay At Home/Work From Home Mom

Some days things move slowly.
Like a rising or setting sun
casting colors before light or dark.
I shower late
I dress late
I eat late
I wake early to his smile
I wake early to his energy
Some days things move slowly.
Like the clock's hands ticking away
the minutes of an hour that becomes three.
I have no agenda
I have no plan
I have no goal
I listen to his needs
I find the calm beat
between our hearts
and that is where I stay.
Some days things move slowly.