a mother’s midnight musings

Eyes closed, heart open.

A fury of thoughts commence:

You smile, I'm broken;

I watch with much suspense.

Mistake, misstep, missed:

Your smile at achievement.

Reboot, rewind, regret:

I ignore a precious moment.

I'm busy, you're bewildered.

Confusion is so cold.

You're needful, I am neither

Perfect nor patrolled.

Who tells me "pay attention!?"

Who holds me to a standard?

You're two and want affection,

I'm dripping in: mishandled.

I always try my very best,

I give you all I am.

Bed is where I go to rest,

But it feels like a sham.

Giving up is not an option,

That path, I cannot take.

But love is more an action,

Wrapped up in grave mistakes.