Emerging from a half remembered dream,
soft thuds and whispers.
Half heard phrases and commands,
masking tape, bit higher,
not yet Daniel, too early.

Door gently opened,
two smiling faces.
Fists clenched, voices united
One, two, three!
Arms flung out, hands opened wide,
slithers of crayoned paper
scatter to the sound
Happy Mothers Day!

Smiles and laughter,
cuddling up in bed.
My two precious boys,
simply full of love.
They could not know.

Confetti did not rain down
that other day,
that day of union.
No church, no God
oversaw the vows.

Now apart in this the first year
of you not being near.
Me alone with the boys,
my heart starts to sing
for here I can begin
to create new rituals, new joy.
Newly coloured confetti
brings a rainbow to my rainy, cold heart.