As the dust settles,
traffic jams dispersed,
derailed trains and building blocks
swept away into boxes;
adult space is reclaimed.
Calm slips in gradually with evening
as jostling activity fuelled by active minds
is soothed into rest by lavender bubbles.
Favourite pyjamas, hugs and stories,
minty toothpaste smiles, gaps admired,
pen marks scrubbed and bruises caressed.
Prayers and worries of the day, shared,
placed into Jesus’ hands.
Downstairs, a sigh, a coffee
pause in motherly activity.
Then tiptoeing back
to steal a gaze,
watching each in turn.
Heads with hair tousled on pillows,
A mother’s privilege,
secret moment to drink in the peace.
Soft light shows smiles and frowns
dissolved by sleep,
tears and scuffles all resolved.
Long lashes rest on velvet soft cheeks,
years roll back as
baby pouts return and
gentle rhythm of breathing
whispers all is well.
Asleep and beautiful are my sons
with the murmurings of dreams on their lips,
as still deep within imaginations stir,
processing the adventure which is life,
where good-guy superheroes always win
and the world is saved again.