August long weekend

has come and gone

and I’m not entirely sure where it went.

I spent so much of it driving

that if I close my eyes,

I still feel like I’m moving.

I watched my children play again,

a sight

that never gets old.

I held onto them on a boat,

listened to their shrieks

joy and excitement mixed with fear.

And now,

home again tucked into bed

I snuggle in,

memories tucked close to my heart

The soft sound of breathing

brushes against my cheek

And the smallest one dreams

of the next adventure