Upward

Morning comes, all too early and we wake

Rise out of bed slowly and hesitantly, assured though

A destination waiting for us today, am I ready for this? 

This, another day of chores, teaching, parenting, praying,

And then again, the same round, three meals, three times a day, breaks in between

And four Things' needs and wants and hopes and dreams

Tangled around me, growing in this house, changing with the wind

I will be ready, choose to engage, to be here with them

Soaking it all in, every moment, whisper, yell and question

Yes, even the ones I can't answer

I will listen when they need me and hug them at each meal

When my patience is tried I count to 10

That is when I will whisper, words sent upward for grace and help