making breakfast

Charmed by the sound of their sweet voices,
rousing from deep sleep in
their childhood beds,
curly hair tousled, childlike,
faces with stubble, manlike,
waiting for French toast
sprinkled with confectioner’s sugar,
longing simply for belonging,
holding on
then release, letting go,
dreaming of the weekend ahead
and all the summer sun
and the many ways to shine.