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In a moment this will pass.
Seeing specks of dust dancing in
Thin strips of sunlight
Burning passage across the bed.
I touch the glass-cold
My palm leaves a print of moisture,
Which starts to quickly fade away.
I only have a moment.

Soft snores, and a quick snort
The boy is curled up against his daddy's chest
Their breathing quiet and even.
The boy's foot dances-
A silent dance of his sweet dream,

A cheek twitch I assume to be a smile
I wonder what he's dreaming of.

There will be just one quick moment
Before the house comes alive.
The quiet peace of this moment
Will be a memory tonight.
I rise softly not to disturb
This one quiet moment
To carry with me inside.

I hear the boy stirring softly
For just a single moment
Before his morning voice croaks,
"Daddy, is it day?"
The man murmurs, still in semi-sleep
And the sounds of awakenings
Touch me in the kitchen

And in just a moment
I feel my busy boy burst in
"What's for breakfast? Want to play?"
Beginning a reply, but before a sound emerges
He has forgotten what he's asked
And he is off the other way.
Had I blinked and missed my moment?

The door slowly opens again
And his musky presence fills the frame.
Eyes still half moons,
Lips curled in a crooked smile
Hair standing up on one side-
We both hear thuds of tiny feet
Furiously hammering down the hall.

And in a quick moment,
The man crouches behind a chair
Putting a finger to his lips.
The little boy stops, just for a moment,
"mommy, where's daddy?" the question begs.
I silently point to the bedroom,
Fast little feet scurrying away.

But before they reach the door
His daddy pops up with a monster's roar.
All squeals and giggles and monster grunts
They both collapse on the floor
Laughter bubbles from inside,
Watching in amusement
As my moment quickly slips away.

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