A Mother at Bedtime

Evenings are a rush 
Of time
Of patience
Of love

Brush your teeth, put on your jammies
Settle so I can tuck you in
sudden bursts of energy of children not ready for bed

You want a story, a podcast, music
Mommy needs quiet, peace, sleep

Mommy loves you
But she is tired
Her ears are ringing from the noise of childhood
Her head is throbbing from the chaos
Your joy is overwhelming
Especially at the last minute
How can such a tiny person make so much noise

Finally silence
The rush of sleep falls over you
Your tiny body gives in to weary
A sudden realization of exhaustion

And I will sit here silently
Until you fall asleep
You need me
I need you

I need your chaos
Your laughter
Your joy

volcano in my soul

its always there

just below the surface

even when I don’t want it too

it bubbles up

waiting

even if the ground is solid

cool and strong

no matter how i try to temper it

followed by guilt

its there

failure to control

a failure to change

i said to myself

“You’re better than this”

and yet…

there it is

a genetic structure i can’t undo

no matter how hard I try

no matter what mask I put on

its always there

for a crack

a chance to burst up

to explode

a volcano in my soul