Maybe Today

For My Daughter Caroline

Maybe today I can just sit here
And let the soiled slacks sag on the hook;
Leave the drawers dangling despite discomfort;
Let the dust bunnies burrow underneath the bed.
Maybe I can just sit here staring at you.

Maybe today I can just sit here
And leave the stack of Shakespeare unshelved,
The walls bare and lime green,
The sink stuffed with suds and spoons.
May I can just sit here with your snore.

Maybe today I can just sit here
And leave the pile of paperwork untouched,
The receipts unrecorded and unreconciled,
The to-dos to still be done.
Maybe I can just sit here and soothe you.

Maybe today I can just sit here
And not notice all of the noticeable things,
Not tidy all of the untidiness,
Not order and reorder the disorderly.
Maybe I can just sit here and teach you to smile.

Maybe today I can just sit here
And leave the doing for another day,
Relearn how to be and how to rest,
How to simply be a wife, a friend, a woman, a child, a human.
Maybe today I can just sit here and be your mother.