it's just a breath
I know
and the scene will change
from this, with the squealing and the running
and the laughing and the sloppy baby kisses
and the never-ending dishes and the toy chaos
and the settling into bed, content to know
everyone is gathered in and asleep, mismatched pajamas and wild hair
and the sibling wars and the crying
and the closeness
and me always in the middle
the center of your little worlds
it will shift as you grow
and I will remember who I was before you
but I will miss you
crazy babies
