When I don't have to step over
Hallway-long train tracks to go to the bathroom
Or herds of ponies to put the laundry
Into the washing machine
When I will sleep for eight uninterrupted hours
And feed only myself.
And when that day comes
I will be all right because I will not have lost little ones
But gained fully-formed human beings
Every bit as beautiful, fascinating
And wonderful as the ones who
Built the train tracks and woke me in the night to ask
For just one more cuddle.
by Christa Terry