Bombarded with soft projectiles

upon entering the house,

Tears over who gets first dibs, 

barely mollified by promises to 

leave and return,

All for “first hug” priviledges
I watch as my Boy talks 

to a piece of cheese,

hanging it up with a beep

The Girls fighting

over who gets to talk, 

again 

Stop interrupting me!
Warm bodies draped on all sides,

Snuggling into mommy

They laugh at silly putty cartoons, 

I smell the clean scent 

freshly washed children,

My heart swells

Hold on tight
Silky hair and tiny feet

my little bumble bee

my princess

my knight
My legacy