It's eleven-thirty in the morning and I hear not a sound,
but the crunching of popcorn where I'm going to town
on good ol' Orville Reddenbacher Movie Theater Butter flavor
and a box of Hot Tamales for a salty sweet taste I can savor.

The dirty dishes are spread wide across the counters and table
plus a sticky linoleum floor of which cleaning I seem unable.
Balled up dirty diapers, Barbie, and Mickey....
So many toys I soon forget about the sticky.

I know I'm lucky with two children asleep,
with dreams of breast milk and passies they make not a peep.
Rylee's gone to school and I've actually showered,
hiding out in the computer room makes me feel like a coward.

But the sweet silence that surrounds me is all that I've got,
so I'll keep pounding candy and popcorn while it's hot.
The toys can be stepped over and the dishes can wait,
if I don't grab a moment for myself now, it may be too late.