The boys are home
spread out
doing their own thing
I’m home too
curled up
doing mine
I could have
never
imagined
this space
this quiet
this alone time
when they were young
I could have never
ever
imagined it
March 26 Alone Time
On a Thought
The boys are home
spread out
doing their own thing
I’m home too
curled up
doing mine
I could have
never
imagined
this space
this quiet
this alone time
when they were young
I could have never
ever
imagined it
the musings of a high school science teacher
Tales of a Doc student's readings
erratic thoughts too loud for lines
Small slices of my life, in one place!
Celebrating the Randomness of Life
On a Thought 
Oh, I know *exactly* what you mean. I used to dream about the idea of them sleeping in – and now they sleep so much! My teen, once a gregarious little boy, sometimes grunts at me as he passes. (I exaggerate, of course, but it can feel that way.) I’m grateful for the quiet, but also… I never could have imagined it.
You do get used to it but it takes a very long time.
The repetition of how you could never have imagined this is powerful. Your poem conveys such a lovely sense of calm and contentment, and wonder at how things have changed.