Another Quite Evening

I imagine that at exactly 29 hours
into the grandparents'-weekend-extravaganza,
right after I finished watching
2 & 1/2 hours of
Akira Kurosawa's 1985ish _RAN_,
I'd really be missing my children.

I imagine I'd be like other mothers
and blog blog blog
about them, posting lots of pictures.

I imagine that honestly, I could barely contain
just how central they were to my life.
To my happiness.