yes, or you get impatient with the string of needs and requests, while you're trying to respond to the one just before that,
or exhausted wiping up the floor, washing bedding again,
or the empty feeling as his face looks back at you blankly?
when it's not enough, I go out and listen for the chimney swifts, or gaze at the waning moon, or have a glass of wine after he's asleep,
and remember, I am small, but the universe is great, and I still believe it bends toward love and justice
Nouce