She hath wings

In a house with chaos, loud and draining,

Lives two frazzled parents asking

For wisdom in droves and abundance of patience,

Stretched beyond anything they’ve ever known.

Hard to explain one day to the next;

Calm for a short time then busy at best;

Never quite enough hands or love in action-

Someone always lacking and parents on “empty”.

Ten minute walk to calm the nerves;

Bedtime stories punctuated with noise;

Children one by one, they go to their beds-

Short respite, then little one screams out again.

We do not wish them to be fully grown yet-

Just longing for some peace and relief to recover-

Never enough sleep and exercise is lacking;

It’s hard to show up and be the calm anchor.

Yet what do they have if we can’t be the rudder;

They’ll be tossed about searching for a beacon;

Be the serenity then

Fill up somehow-

Lives are being built to withstand

Heavy storms;

Softly creep into bed once more;

Tomorrow’s a new day-

These children will grow.

©️ M. Patterson 2025