Giggles
and
wiggles
and teddies
(who have lengthy conversations).

Long tales
where characters splash themselves across the room
and
protesting groans
bemoan
the end of a chapter.

Kisses and prayers
and goodnight hugs.

These things swim
around my head
every time I cross the threshold.

I close my eyes
and wonder what you are doing tonight —
my grown-up babies,
my most precious daughters.

What room embraces you,
what memories are you making?

I give Teddy a squeeze,
turn out the light,
and head for bed —
blessed
by the memories
I carry.

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