Play Place

As I sit at my computer
facing the home I've made and
the mess my son has made of it
I can't help my initial feelings;
anxiety
overwhelm
maybe some anger
And then..
as a new breath fills my lungs
new feelings fill my heart..
contentment
pride
maybe some joy.
For what is this home I've made
if not a play place for my son
a safe place
a happy place
a place to mess up with imagination and
wonder
He catches me smiling at him and dares
me to, instead of tidying,
come play