Upon the Sudden and Glorious Whisking Away of the Three Year-Old in Honor of a Mother's Day Wish for Solitude

Alone in the house.
No demands echoing from
the walls; I miss them.


I miss them; Somehow
I must drown my wistfullness.
Haagen-Dazs; hot bath.


Bubbles. Not for me
mostly; for her-a playground.
Moms should get a turn.

I wallow-Quiet
crackling suds envelop me
book propped, wine handy.