Calling

I sit down to type

But the voices are calling

Not in my head,

Not to push me to write

But to pull me away

I take out my sewing

But squealing and laughter

Are calling me

Not to mend seams

But to swim in the dappled sun

I try hard to work

But the little ones, calling

For help with a craft

Or to snuggle or hug

Or share in a laugh,

Make it hard to sit still

And attend

So I put down the chore

And answer the calling.