Sleep My Beauties

When they sleep they are so beautiful that all memories of the day's struggles, the week's grief, the month's trials, slip so easily away. I forget what needs to be forgotten and remember where I am, how briefly I will be here. Again and again I find myself falling in love with these sleeping bodies, their perfect round heads, their innocent mouths. Again and again I stand over them in quiet awe, loving them, realizing how grateful I am to be this very mother.