Mother duck and her ducklings

I've gained my party of joy

And I love every minute of it.

Mother duck am I,

And my raucous chorus of quacking friends

I love, love, love you.

We're a mess, we are.

Bustling and noisy and overcrowded

The Weasleys all over again.

And yet there's peace to our joy.

When we find each other like magpies search with song

How bats can locate with only echoes of their beloved's heartbeats

It's a pulling from the heart and soul and mind.

Deep in unearthed blood

Because we are joyous

Together.

Define it,

Fit it into a simple word

And it feels insignificant and easy coming.

It shouldn't be.

It will never be.

I don't want it to ever be.

Because with all of you,

I can quack and squack with love

I can laugh and edit and almost burst

I can be chaotic and loud and ME

And it's thanks to you, my ducklings

Being you, you, you.

Even if it's just then

Even if it's never always

Or only sometimes, just in those "now"s

I love it.

Quack.