Upon Return

I woke too early yesterday, before
a shift alone with grandkids 4 and 8.
They’re company I normally adore
and those 5 hours I would not abate.
But oh the journey home took from me more
of stamina than I’ve reserved of late.
The subsequents – a bubble bath and nap –
returned my mood to calm, my palms to lap.

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