the children are…

the children are sleeping
there's mud on my son
and the dishes aren't done
but no one is weeping

no one is weeping
there's no noise at all
as I lurk in the hall
I should do some sweeping

I should do some sweeping
I think as I slouch
back down to the couch
my heart is leaping

my heart is leaping
but my body's at peace
curled under a fleece
as my fingers start creeping

my fingers start creeping
to the tv remote
I click, and I gloat
the children are sleeping

the children are sleeping!

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