I lay awake last night - <br />belly in a tight knot. <br />You were on the couch <br />under the mohair <br />holding stiffly to your fierce rage. <br /> <br />This morning you were quiet <br />and calm <br />as you demanded <br />the ultimatum <br />neither of us wanted. <br /> <br />And later <br />Mark sat between us. <br />Mark, your firstborn <br />with his red hair <br />and his gentle gaze <br />and his diffident manner. <br /> <br />And little by little, <br />the mist began to lift <br />and we resolved <br />to try again...<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-three-of-us/
