January 3rd

Today I saw an empty calendar,
dated January 2017,
quickly
becoming filled.

Today I smelt a woodsy note
of dark beans ground
and brewed,
swirling in cream.

Today I hear chaos
loud music and noises
of children
bouncing and climbing.

Today I felt my son’s tear drops
on top of my head
as he struggles with the difficulty
of relationships.

Today I tasted
the
same
struggle.

1-3-2017