Clutching files across your chest.
Piercing eyes over the rim of your glasses.
I watched you cradle our babies,
Your velvet lips rest on their heads as you inhale, taking in our love.
I watched you glide, my swan,
Such grace, such finness breathtaking beauty.
Across life’s distractions,
Spoken words retracted blackest of ink redacted.
I watch you sleep, Kissing your closed eyes,
Asleep, you interlock fingers with me as you turn.
(Copyright 2019) Pedro Bat-poet.