On your truest self

There’s something self-losing about the day-to-day

Something self-forgetting about leading a family

Something self-burying about parenthood

Busy-ness masks it

The demands of running a household crowds it out

The daily seems to erase it bit by bit without your notice

You forget what it looked like

Your truest self

When it unfolds strong and soft

Like the full moon peeking out behind the clouds

You want to catch it and hold it without letting go