Her Child

She flips her hair to one side.
Bites her pencils as she thinks about what to write.
Her child watches her, curiously.
Her journal is starting to fall apart,
has paint on the cover;
Especially little doodles from her child.
Together they hide her journal, almost as if it is a game.

When she's alone she lays in her bed,
imagining what her day should be like.
But it isnt long till her child joins her,
Creating dragons and princes to save them.
She lays diagonally under three layers of heavy, soft blankets.
She don't need her pillow, she has him to hold;
Soon he'll kick the blankets off.

Day to day she watches her child play.
Jumping off the stairs to jumping on her bed.
He plays with her hair,
Weaving it through his tiny hands.
He laughs as he tickles her face,
Lovingly says i love you mom.

Though her world is plain,
Her life is full.
She creates their world,
And it begins as soon as she says "once upon a time..."