Startled awake.
I lie in the dark room
A minute,
Two minutes.
Tiptoeing to the door,
I step into the hallway and listen.
Oh my child, the sound of your slow, steady breathing reassures me
As much tonight as when I stood by your crib
Sixteen years ago.
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That reminds me of an email mom sent me when I was living at home right after college.
I love reading what you write because I never know what to expect.