These days
are wildly changeable
and annoyingly predictable.
We are together, together, together.
It looks like short tempers, patience long gone.
It looks like dirty dishes, scattered toys.
But then, the light shifts.
And it looks like baking from scratch, extra snuggles.
It looks like unfettered giggles, the most grateful of hearts.
These days,
I can see the love as a physical thing,
floating from room to room and filling us.
We are together, together, together.
Rebekah Warren 