She spends the morning scolding them six times
Each to get them to listen and do
What they’re told. By afternoon, she relents
And they do what they’re told.
By evening they neither listen nor do
What they’re told, yet I catch her smiling
At them, even though they cannot see
It, the smile. I do not see it either,
But I know it is there, because I hide
That same smile beneath my growling
Voice, telling them for a fourth time.
To brush their teeth
And at night we each watch them
Sleeping to see if they listen to us
As we breathe our love over their foreheads.
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