Shortness of breath, as if I've hiked for miles or oversmoked in a bar last night.
Temper is short, too, as I snap at this one or that one.
The littlest one knocks at the door as I cry into open hands
or clenched fists.
Stumbling to overcompensate, they understandably shy away.
Blessedly they bounce back.
Not forever, is my fear.
Or is the answer just a deafening and wordless "NO!"?