It seems I live my life
in a series of moments that
are reluctantly, inevitably, "seconds from..." something.
The next catastrophe, or great accomplishment.
The next moment of infinite joy.
The passing of debilitating self insecurities.
The mothering moments in which I
could very easily lose my mind.
But the happiest hours I spend
are always with all my boys.
Regardless of how endless it seems
these hours seem to be disguised.
They unavoidably pass as fleeting seconds
within my ever watchful, timekeeping heart...