Commemorated in Color

On bedtimes with small children

Another night
Three children needing
Comfort before rest. Fighting

against urges 
to skip evening chaos
and escape to stillness. Longingly

my gaze
peers past water bottles,
tinctures, trash. Relinquishing

my desires,
My arms envelop
an exhausted toddler. Twining

fingers through
soft locks of hair,
whispering prayers. Rewarding 

bedtime fortitude,
twilight's glow 
beckons my attention. Tucking

the horizon
into pastel comforters, hammocked 
between rowhome walls. Entreating

my spirit
to sit at the feet 
of the Artist. Ushering

gentle respite,
another day of motherhood
commemorated in color. Asking

of me,
breathe and bear witness
to what I am doing. Unveiling 

new masterpieces
every evening:
my children, the sunset, and me.

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This post is part of a blog hop with Exhale—an online community of women pursuing creativity alongside motherhood, led by the writing team behind Coffee + Crumbs. Click here to view the next post in the series "Glow."