The Quiet Farm Can Wait

I'm sitting at the farm and its quiet.
With two babies under two that just never happens.
It must be just moments until it ends, so I'll enjoy it,
like I enjoy them.
And, oh, they grow.
I know it will be so soon that I'll find more quiet than I'd like
and they'll be gone.
They're only little for a little while: I know that already.
And, they're so pretty.
Their little faces, little features, little expressions
that get big reactions from me and everyone who sees them.
I do adore them more than I can say, just as many mothers
would also relate.
Wondering what they'll become,
but loving just who they are right now: all giggles and smiles
and thighs to write about for miles as Blake said about something else.
Oh, they are something else, aren't they....my little so called Irish twins,
that do perhaps have some Irish in them,
but hopefully the bit of green I see in this stage will give way
to a beautiful and glorious friendship between them.
One that I hope to have with each of them one day as well.
So sweet to see glimpses of their blossoming love for each other
in spite of their need to have me for themselves.
The precious kisses and unprompted cuddles,
self-initiated sharing and smiles, laughter
or the way they want to walk side by side,
though one doesn't even know how to walk yet.
They are cute, tongue protruding in a heart-stopping way,
each giggling to my tickles and asking for more.
One learning to ask for anything she wants,
the other learning that there are so many things she wants
and fascinating herself with that which drops on the floor.
So much more to say, but the end of silence encroaches
and I won't wish for it to stay,
but rather enjoy the beautiful noise of my two girls while
they are so briefly my babies.
Quiet on the farm can wait.