I’m sitting at my desk with a moment of peace
For how long it lasts, who knows
My infant rests quietly in his swing
His soft, infrequent whimpers remind me he’s still there
My daughter, sprawled out on our bed;
with her beautiful blonde curls surrounding her
She sleeps so sweetly you’d never guess
the power and strength she possesses when she wakes
It’s quiet now;
but it won’t be for long.
It’s funny how much you miss the quiet when they’re awake
and how much you miss the noise once they’re asleep
Between the Lens 