Ten more days.

That’s all it is,
just ten days on a calendar—
but when you’re a mom missing her kids,
ten days feels like forever.

I miss the noise.
The little voices.
The chaos.
The hugs I don’t have to ask for.

I keep telling myself
I can make it ten more days.

But tonight,
I don’t want to be strong.

Because I can survive ten days…

I just really, really don’t want to.