Can't sleep and can't lay still.
Too much to think about, and nothing to do about it.
I think about the little ones and how I am raising them alone.
At least for now, though he is with me in spirit.
Every day they get bigger, in mind and body.
Every day they change, by word and deed.
She doesn't need her paci any more.
Soon there will be no diapers.
She can read on her own now.
She doesn't even ask for a bedtime story, but just a book to read.
How much more will he miss, in order to achieve his goals?
How much more will I sit and think, without being able to lay still?
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