This Sleeping House {Guest Post featuring My 3 Little Birds}

Hi there. I’m Mary Lauren, and Kelli asked me to feed and water her blog while she’s away. Luckily it didn’t bite me when I entered…I have to say I was a little scared.

Seriously, I love No. 7 and Kelli so much and am really pleased to be posting here today. I hope you can stop by my blog, My 3 Little Birds, and say hi.

Today I’m sharing a poem I wrote a few months ago. This Sleeping House didn’t start out as a poem…I wrote the words first then gave myself permission to call it one. Maybe it’ll speak to you.

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This Sleeping House

This house sleeps. One dog at my feet, the other on the kitchen floor. My three year old, limbs sprawled across the couch, breathes deeply, dreaming of monkey bars and finger paint and matchbox cars.

I can imagine the other two upstairs: my daughter in her crib, clutching her pink blanket with one arm and holding her brother’s hand with the other in a dream. My seven year old is her hero. I ask her, “Who do you love the very, very most?” and she always says his name.

He is underneath his patchwork quilt, his favorite toy at his side. Tonight we read from Frog and Toad and reviewed his spelling words. Swooping. Harbor. Morning.

If I could, I would create a magic bubble and place my family inside it. I’d make a snow globe to keep them in. A dream, where this sleeping house could be forever.