The kids are gone. It's midnight. Cleaning up.
Their mother picked them up just after school.
I packed their clothes, and went to buy a cup
Of coffee later on, to blunt a cruel
Transition: now you see them, now you don't.
And when I check on them tonight, I won't.
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Lovely line; it sums up the entire poem, its longing and tenderness.
I'm enjoying your poetry, Bard--my brother is also in your shoes, newly divorced and a part-time dad. It's helping me to see his life. He's not always very articulate. Thanks.
scupper, you are right: I did the one, to accomplish the other. But ultimately, though it was a lonely night, it was restful.
trilogy, thank you for your empathy. My days would feel incomplete without your comments.
ladyslipper, I'm glad it worked. Thank you.
froggy, thank you for that wonderful note. And my best wishes to your brother. He'll do better, having an understanding sister.
Linnnn, I still catch myself tiptoeing in the middle of the night, even when they're not here.
Renatta, yes. poof. It was very, very late, as I groped for my title. Still not sure about it.
anna1, thank you. I got up (after sleeping in) and went running, and felt like a new man.
Pilgrim, thank you. I hope the brevity works; I was just too tired to go another couplet.
Caroline, thank you. Egad, where you live, you must be drinking lots and lots of coffee. For the transitions!
It is a great pleasure seeing everyone's comments, always. Thank you for reading.