Gavin

Realizing I had retreated into the sofa without even a change of clothes

Life after night shift 

A little afghan at my shoulders

He placed a fuzzy blanket over me and brought to me:

A warm dog. 

I heard him get his pills and say “a white cap and a teal tablet” 

I waited what he would do next.

Next

He stood over me and put his cheek on mine briefly and pulled up the blanket and I thought 

This is the poetry of our lives;

A child who can speak but finds little need to

And a mother who can sleep but probably will write this down instead-

1/20/25 10 a.m. i am loved