a sponge

If I had to
describe myself
my current state
as an object
it would be
a sponge

which seems
so cliche
considering
kids are like
little sponges
especially mine
right now

but I'm not
referring to just
any sponge
in what seems to be
it's normal use
ready to
soak things up

rather lately
I have been
a soaking
a sopping
filled to the max
floating in a puddle
full filled
leaking
press on me
and
I will ooze

sponge

It's August
It's almost
over
and I am
anticipating
that by the
end
of this month
my sopping wet
sponge
will be completely
rung out

In some ways
I look forward
to a fresh start
new routines
and more memories
to soak up

But this time
this precious
never again
time
is filling my soul
is fueling me
for the future

the days feel
fast
the days feel
slow
the days feel
complete
content
insignificant
and
monumental
all at once

I find myself
in moments
dripping
literally tears
falling from
my face
yes, some sadness
but mostly
gratitude
that this time
was mine
to fill
to soak in

and that I did
that I am
still doing
if I have learned
anything
from this time
it's...
don't waste it

So I woke up
today
and asked myself
what have I wanted
to do
but still haven't...
and that is
what we did
today

we painted
with no goal
other than
to make
a mess
a masterpiece
a memory

As always
he participated
he moved on

creatively
quickly

she stayed
she made

more that just

her mark

you know
I used to
worry
about everything
I mean
everything
espeically
at the beginning
of a new
school year

but now
it's just
different
I still think of all
the same things
the same worries
but mostly
I just think
I just worry
about them

I know
they will adjust
I know
they are resillant
I know
they are strong
I know
they have each other

nothing compares
to this time
I have had
with them
if we have
made it
this far

we will make it
further
together

until then
I will continue
to be
a sponge
a soaking
sopping wet
sponge.