Home.

My interlude by the sea

almost forgotten

although it was only a few hours ago,

I quietly crawled into bed

to the warmth of my loved ones.

The soft sound of little breaths,

a whistle and a snore filled the air,

while he dreams sweetly beside me.

They missed me,

as always,

but I’m not sure they’ll ever know

how much a mom misses her children

when we go away,

For whatever the reason.

Flesh of my flesh,

a part always stays behind,

leaving an ache of something missing

when kept far apart.

I returned rested and replete,

full of more food than I’ve ever eaten

and laughter and friendship,

But grateful once more to return to my nest,

my feathered ducklings

safe and close by.