Days escape to the young rants,
of words, of requests, of needs,
beats for these moments,
pushes aside own innate greed.
Dries hair, upon my lap she sits,
collects hair ties to borrow,
bruised knees cry for ice as he shouts,
hungry bellies demand, it is time to eat,
still my face finds make-up has no time to greet.
The washed up circles, crookedly sewn lines,
I’ll moisturize you again, dear face, when I find the time.
Showers of just a minute to disguise the sweat,
if only the razor and hands could embrace, like when they first met.
Hairy tops blanket one of my limbs, the other one bare,
the dress I’m wearing forgets to check I swear.
The morning race to actually match pants to shirt,
unbuttoned, does not even check, when I run to see who is hurt.
Those same pants decide to shrink, revealing is not my intention, despite what watching minds may think.
Lipstick kisses away to chubby cheeks, and those that need a change,
loving,
wrinkles dance near my tired eyes,
perfect imperfections outline a decade,
where tweezers are now so strange,
on stained piles of laundry, atop countless toys that do not clean themselves,
in their boxes drown away beneath, yawns and vows, tomorrow to try.
But still days escape, both she and he,
the days slowly coax years to fly.
So I must smile, battling the urge to wish away, these same minutes,
where the imprint of handprints and those of their feet leave beauty marks to be celebrated and worn
those that time flies by, in a flash, captures the beautifully torn edges
upon a heart that learns to enjoy that very flash.
So when you look at me, you’ll see it too,
Wrinkled lines of joy, under that
one,
still,
curled eyelash.
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