j&j

this is us,
plopped on the couch, 
a mess of legs and blankets 
between us. 
we nurse each, 
a hot cup of coconut creme coffee
with a splash of creamer. 
i feel honored to have
this access to you, 
in your soft and relaxed state,
we sit in your home
our brown eyed children
playing happily with 
their cousins
toys scattered here and there,
yet in your home
everything has a place
and we will 
soon enough 
put it all back where it 
belongs.
i love that i belong here too. 
on your couch, 
in your kitchen
as you busy your hands 
with lunch
our chins wag with stories 
and secrets 
you share 
i listen 
i share 
you listen
we both fat laugh over 
weird things 
like the idea of nipple piercings 
and how our dad steals 
our food when he's near, 
even though we said 
he could have it. 
i love our time together, 
for just a few hours a week
the business woman
and the little woman
merge
and we both together
remember we are
wives, 
moms, 
sisters, 
friends. 
thank you for letting me 
into your heart 
into your hidden haven 
in your home 
it is an honor to have 
a seat 
here.