Morning Cry

Morning Cry

I found love in a morning cry, 

Love, in sticky hands and lullabies, 

Love, waiting in the bathroom sink, 

Never looking how I’d think.

I have measured out romance, 

In pails of puke,

And training pants.

While trudging through a Lego sea, 

I heard Love’s whisper calming me.

Sprinkled my lonely afternoons,

With playdough crumbs and paper moons.

Now, let me always answer when,

Love surprises me again.