dinner for nine.
some girls out of the house: babysitting, scooping ice cream.
some girls sitting at my feet-on my feet!-laughing being crazy annoying.
(in that happy way.)
one girl about to lose a (first)tooth. being administered tylenol and orajel and wine.
if only we had whiskey in the house, all would be well.
tim running the bath now, and one girl walking through, humming.
a few lights on, and dinner cleaned up and this is the best time.
maybe someday i'll write something more. better. fuller. clearer.
these days, this is all i've got.
just wanted you to know i'm here,
lest you think i've gone away.