{stolen}

Moments that are not mine.

YOURS

Unbeknownst to schedules and timelines.

Oblivious to bills and balances of our home.

You earn moments from the other.

Snuggled and hidden.

I steal them from you.

Through windows and glass doors.

I watch rainy days on back porches.

And your dividends of togetherness are my profit too.

                              Mama

                                                     {week 29}:  my 2 in 52