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When the Night Comes


When the night comes and wind
swirls past the windows, our little ones roar
and rail against bedtime.  Darkly
they sulk off to brush their teeth, blowing
sighs through their lips, miserable like winter’s
cloud-covered sky, empty like its bare
landscape.  The day’s done in a snap,
the crack of snowman’s brittle twig, his limbs
twisted and crooked, pointing across
the yard to nowhere.  Finally they settle,
and we wish them dreams of spring’s
warm happy sun and summer’s green garden path.

…to love and to be loved…


“…Those little children still unborn have been created for bigger things: to love and to be loved.” ~Blessed Teresa of Calcutta

says the little one
to the big ones.

He does not
intend to settle
into his crib,

so he tucks
his sisters
and brother into bed

and makes them melt
for all his gooey sweetness.
In the living room

he crawls about
our bodies sprawled
in the chair, on the couch;

he declares, “Nose.”
when he touches
our noses,

“Eyes.” when he pokes
his finger across
our lids.

He reaches past
our book and tablet,
poking, with his pokey

fingers. It is
10:00. 10:30.
10:35. 10:45.

When all else fails,
hug and be hugged.

We love
and are loved
by him.