A moment of silence,
not to be taken for granted.
I crave these quiet times
when sleep stills the air.
The day full
of questions and demands;
tasks lined up,
seeming without end.
One pulls this way,
the other that.
At times, I feel
a scream locked in my chest.
It scratches and claws
at my throat.
Never to be heard,
over the voices of my children.
Responsibility weighs heavy,
And yet, I love them--
even at their loudest.
By: Graci