A Sunday morning reflection.
FULL HOUSE (SLEEPOVER)
To have a homeful of teenage boys
Giggling and guffawing
Is one of those motherly joys
I have never known.
What do they talk about?
Nothing my son will tell me.
I am content tonight to walk about
Inconspicuously, bringing more food.
In the morning, I find they have left the lights on
And dirty Kleenex everywhere.
And I’m pretty sure my son didn’t brush his teeth.
But it’s a full house and I don’t care.
They say you should shine a light
On the aspects you want to see more of.
A boy who trusts we won’t embarrass him,
Trusts we won’t pry and poke,
Won’t try to understand every joke.
A boy who likes to come home
And bring his friends home, too.
On this I shine
A floodlight of love.