the sound of tiny toes
pitter patter behind me
as I dance around
the kitchen making coffee.
it may be six a.m.
and I may be tired,
but the precious purrs
of the boys
feel like sunshine on my skin.
they might keep me
up all night, running around
the house,
but to them, this house
is the happiest place on earth.
it is warmth.
it is their playground.
it is where they get to grow up.
I hope they love it here, because
without them, my life would be too quiet.
