Children's demands
In the middle of the night
when everybody is sleeping
my son shouts for a cup of water.
An hour latter my daughter
wakes up to demand, crying,
a midnight princes’ story.
After a full day, of a full week, of a full month
of a full life, working full-time
my whole body feels like a rag.
Juggling from picking cloths,
to inventing answers to questions about dinosaurs
my brain becomes a burning taco.
How is that my children demand in a day
more attention than I ever had
in my entire upbringing?
