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.