The Morning News
We’ve bombed Iran
My husband says as I roll over
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes
His screen glow barely brighter than the sunlight peeking through the curtains
Mornings of this season with little ones at home-
The world has gone into lockdown
Russia has invaded Ukraine
Trump was voted into power again
I plant my feet on the ground
Try to gain my footing, remember my “here”
Put on a brave face as I kiss sleepy foreheads good morning
Soak in their joy
Drizzle syrup on waffles and slather sandwiches with peanut butter and jelly
Hug my two little boys, so full of life
Unencumbered by worries of wars, dictators, or diseases
Darkness, shielded by a mother’s love.