I see you, Mama.

I see you.

I see you on tiptoe,

from snug bedrooms sneaking.

I see you cracking doors,

sticking heads in and peeking.

I see you see yours

the way we all see our own.

You kiss them, then miss them

when you’re finally alone. 

Breathe deep Mamas –

another sun sinking.

Fight back those tears.

There’s no time for blinking.

Days will keep rolling

a continual spin.

You’ll wake up tomorrow

and do it again.

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