When She is Asleep

Nap time is about the same time every day

We start our day with breakfast and play

I cherish our hugs and the laughs we share

But when she tires, I’m never prepared

I wish all day I had more time to myself

But when she’s asleep my books stay on the shelf

I plan what I’d like to get done while she sleeps,

But when she’s gone my insides weep

I miss her hair and I miss her run

There’s never a limit on our fun

When will this get easy?

Never, perhaps, because parenthood isn’t breezy