once on a summer night
I chased my children through the grass
in my glowing white nightgown
trying to brush their teeth
when the door opened, she asked if we'd like some
an impromptu dessert party with cherry pie and fancy popsicles ensued
instead of putting the kids to bed
we sat on the patio talking as the sky darkened
critters rustled through the untamed edges of my backyard
moonlight hit my clothesline in the same place the sun does
then the children said
we're tired
we're going to bed

1 comment:

  1. loved it--both the experience shared, and the poem. thanks Jen!