Chaotic Bliss

It's still dark,
As we arise.
The sun is peeking
From the sky.

The morning chill
Hangs in the air
As for another day
We prepare.

What should I wear?
And what should I eat?
Is this paper important?
Timing, a feat.

There are mad cries
And sometimes tears
There are slamming doors
Amidst sisterly jeers.

We rush, all bundled
Up to the bus
The wind is cold
The snow a fuss.

The yellow form
Finally arrives
It's kisses and hugs
And laughing goodbyes.

I trudge home quickly
With dishes to tidy
The chaos of the morning
Left behind me.

I now sit in silence,
And sip my tea.
The chaos is over
I'm left with just "me."

The house seems so quiet
The air hangs so still,
And I miss the loud shrieks
The cries, so shrill.

While the chaos is hectic
The moment so rushed
Without my two wee ones
My world is too hushed.

So, I await.
In a day filled with chores.
For the bus to come back
And bring home my adored.

Without them the time
Seems to move
Without glee.
For I am to them,
As they are,
To me.

I wouldn't trade calm
For the bliss that is home
With my children's laughter
I am never "alone."