Bare

It is three o'clock in the morning. I am laid out. Mouth wide. Drool. Sleepy-town.

He wakes up, looking for his Mama.

He finds her. She never went away.


It is nine o'clock in the morning. Elmo is on. I let him eat cookies for breakfast.

He's the only one who knows.


It's four o'clock in the afternoon. Still no nap.

I cry and ask God, "Do you even want to spend time with me?"

He sees it. My fit in the Barnes and Noble parking lot. A few others see it too.


It is ten o'clock in the evening. I am spent, sitting in my chair with my computer.

He is getting tired, coming to me for ninny every five minutes.

I glance at one tired man. He knows. It's time for bed.

The little he gives his Mama a kiss, is coaxed to move bed-ward with the prospect of brushing his teeth.

I hear them say their prayers.


It's five after ten o'clock in the evening. My first time alone today.

I sit in my chair and reflect and plan for tomorrow (my favorite part).

As I think, I sit in wonder; my life has been laid bare before the two I love most.

My ways are plain to them. And THAT is making me more like Him.