They are in our kitchen
Not doing anything special
A small quiet
Before they’re off again
He pours himself a bowl of Cheerios
From the big container
As tall as his head as it sits on the counter
And yet, how much he has grown
Since we first moved into this house
She sits at the table
Reading
Eating grapes
Head tilted
Ankles crossed
Lost in the land of wizards
Elegant
Growing evermore into her womanhood.
Neither notices me staring
Neither knows I’m imaging
The day when they both have gone,
The table empty
And the house a different kind of quiet
Will it still be our house
Without the sound of their breath?
There is so much I’m still learning
So much I don’t yet know about them
And they shine
Sitting now at the table together
Breathing together
Under the same roof
For just a little while longer yet