I've missed writing, missed composing poems.
I find myself here next to a sleeping child, my mother-in-law entertaining the other, new life kicking inside and I want to write.
I want to catch up on all the lost words, months of words, excitement, happenings. But it just isn't feasible, too much was missed, too much time gone by.
Time continues to carry on while I sit and watch. Watch the children grow, watch my stomach grow.
The ebb and flow of life carries on, hopefully I'll be able to put some of it into words.