It happens on the floorspace in front of the dollhouse.
It happens beside the bookshelf.
It happens on the living room floor with a little girl “in saddle”.
It happens beside the cloth diaper binds.
It happens after lunch when the vacuum missed a crumb.
It happens every evening beside their beds.
It happens every morning before they wake up.
Playing.
Sharing.
Cleaning.
Caring.
Praying.
That’s what happens.
it’s living on my knees.
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