the good old days

these are the moments 

we’ll miss 

carefully unbuckling seat belts 

late at night 

carrying sleeping children 

to bed 

lifting them up to bathroom sinks 

answering calls for help with zippers  

sorting laundry full of tiny socks 

soothing and holding 

through fears of the dark 

or a skinned knee 

or tired body 

some days 

it seems the days fly by 

just getting by 

some days 

we almost forget about

ourselves 

someday 

we’ll go where we want 

we’ll go to sleep when we want 

and get up when we want 

someday 

but I doubt we’ll call those

the good old days