I find it easier
to appreciate
life’s beauty
at bedtime
watching my
children’s
tired lids
ease shut
caressing their
soft locks of hair
holding
their tiny
resting hands
tired from
a day long
from building
chopping
punching
thumbing
video game
controllers
petting cats
& banging out
unwritten songs
on random
objects
the best conversations
occur
minutes
before sleep
takes over
my son counts
off days
and tells me
how
he went
from nonbeliever
to believer
in the space of
two years
asks me
what is the definition
of dissipate
I tell him,
kiss his forehead
and tell him
“go to sleep”
and in the morning
we will wake
and begin anew
& dream of things throughout the day
& on & on we go