She awoke early
He was usually the one
To do the early mornings
And late nights
But the last had been
An especially late night
Spent comforting her
Taking steps forward
Even if things
Weren’t fully made right
Besides
Her mother was coming early
And they
Meaning
He and her mother
Weren’t on the best of terms
Always only
Exchanging the best of words
Which was
Better than her father
Because actions were so cold
Not even acting
Would allow them
To exchange the best of verbs
So they had been
For a while now
Exchanging
The less of words
And some days
She couldn’t see
The point it served
With this knowledge
Letting him rest
Seemed like the path
Best observed
She let those thoughts go
Let them rest again
Looking forward to the short time freed
The things that might happen
What it meant
Etcetera
The rest and then
She realised how light she felt
The guilty trend
She would miss her daughter
There was no pretend
But she was so happy for space
What kind of message was that to send
To someone
Who wouldn’t even understand
“I know that look.
Don’t torment yourself.
Look how tight the little lady
Holds your hand.”
Startled at the voice
She turns around to see his grin
“I thought you were sleeping…”
“I was and then
I remembered that your mother
Was coming and
You’re always telling me I should
Open up
Make new friends.”
She paused
Trying to comprehend
“How long have you been standing there?”
“In minutes?
Maybe ten.”
Finally
The smile in her thoughts
Reached her face
“Since you’re just wasting time
This bundle of joy is a handful
Why don’t you help attend.”