I lay awake last night -
belly in a tight knot.
You were on the couch
under the mohair
holding stiffly to your fierce rage.
This morning you were quiet
and calm
as you demanded
the ultimatum
neither of us wanted.
And later
Mark sat between us.
Mark, your firstborn
with his red hair
and his gentle gaze
and his diffident manner.
And little by little,
the mist began to lift
and we resolved
to try again...
Alison Cassidy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-three-of-us/
