I awake to melodic calls of the birds outside my window.
there is movement in the street.
I roll over and hug my partner,
he isn't one to arise with the birds.
From the other room my son calls out to me,
a call of fear, anger, betrayal.
But I am proud,
it's the first time he has slept in his own room all night.
The blinds clack as I lift them and open his bedroom window.
He smiles, says good morning to the birds,
and we sing songs together while I make his breakfast.