Assuming I would spend the night away
from here, to help escort two kids to bed,
and maybe process laundry late today
(my Wednesday contribution to their chores),
I didn’t have a clue I’d hear him say,
“It’s okay, Mom. Let’s make it good for you.”
I didn’t know my back would need allay,
the washer a new part (today it’s dead).
We’ll play and then I’m coming home to stay.