In the middle of the night because she had yet to sleep.
It was often this way:
She loved the way relationships
Grew in the night.
Because the dearest people to her
Always made her do so
When it grew late.
That was the delight of it:
Forever spilling out joy.
While they laughed with her.
She felt worries fade to a whisper as
They brought joys and laughter
In the moments.
Though pieces were forever shifting.
There was strength in the knowledge,
These friendships were a picture of things
Yet To Come
Until weariness took over.
Then in warm contentment, she
Went to sleep knowing
She felt loved.