Partygoers just arrived
they still have to eat
a celebration revived
rolled pancakes, some with pecans, multi-grain, whole wheat
one on a circular napkin, laid out
for a man, his return in doubt
my daughters will spend the night
a woman knows, she tells me on sight
"You're losing your girls..."
A decision made, not hard to gauge.
They'll have fun, I know, with kids their same age.

A crowded room, against the far wall
a young man in a loose-fitting sweatshirt
huddled over in a chat, in thrall. 
I notice this all, an observing introvert.
Is that a breastfeeding woman? No.
She's holding the swaddled baby close,
out from the blanket the infant's face shows
surrounded by more children in front and below.