Sometimes it’s okay just to soak up Kateri’s tales
of the chickens, Eamon’s diligent whittling of
sticks, Ambrose’s solitary swinging of a baseball
bat in the middle of the field, Juliette’s
glittering painted toenails, Stephen’s carefree
singing as he colors, Gabrielle’s dancing on
tiptoes, and Raphael’s steady slurp against my
Sometimes it’s okay just to be still.
Just to be. And to thank God for it all.