The gray gloom
of a dreary northern winter
is transitioning into dusk.
Outside, comes the sound of rain
gently hitting the leaves.
Cup of coffee in hand,
babe is sleeping in the next room
while the oldest one plays by my feet.
I put pen to worn paper.
Sometimes
in the busy of it all
I forget.
I forget the why that is made up
of these simple moments.
And
I am slowly remembering
to put the busy aside
to watch, engage, partake
in the ones I love
and these moments that are simple
and my why.
