January 3, 2010 at 8:25 am | blabbing, Portland.

Horsefeathers play from the stereo and I tend the stove
The high speed tum tum comes from your sewing machine as diapers are made
The whines for more potato snacks as the heat from the kitchen dissipates
The dryer hums, the heater whirs and the fire crackles
I love all of these sounds of our home
Each one in rhythm and time
At night the silence is deafening and brings fitful sleep until our bundle arrives
We are outlaws laying low so the heat can pass.
We know it never will.