My Shadow has Five Heads

My Shadow has Five Heads

The sun does not rise
but in my children’s eyes,
And darkness waits
until I lay them down.
Their laughter is my oxygen
in ample supply.
Each kiss my nourishment,
and I eat plenty thereby.
The grass is not green,
lest they roll on the ground,
And the shade is not cool
lest they hold it down.
With the sun at my back
And my children abound
My shadow has five heads
When mom is around.