Bon nuit*

They are both sleeping.
Sam on the top, and Marcel on the bottom bunk.
The crib is in pieces against the wall in my room.
An era ends.

I sat against the wall on the cushion for ten minutes in the dark, with just the glow of the basketball night light to bathe them and me in this sweet passage together that we are making.

We read three stories.
A picture book with both on the bottom bunk.
A chapter book with Sam in his bed,
and Marcel in my lap.
Another picture book with Sam dozing off above,
Marcel next to me in the bottom.

By the third verse of Summertime,
Sam was snoring.
Marcel ten deep breaths behind.

I'm feeling so much success at this moment.
Two boys arriving so in tact here.
At almost five and nearly two.

And tonight I remember how deep was my longing
to have a child come into my life.
The longing never landed in an image of me there on the floor
looking up at the two of them sleeping
listening to their symphonic breathing
holding their emerging dreams in my heart.

(*This post dedicated to Uncle to whom this particular
milestone being realized is attributed to.)






































Sam helping with the drilling (top). The boys testing the top bunk out (above) and one of my all time favorite pictures of me and Sam taped to his headboard in case he wakes in the middle of the night and needs to see me.