slow children at play

ok, so i really like this poem by cecilia woloch

Slow Children at Play

All the quick children have gone inside, called
by their mothers to hurry-up-wash-your-hands
honey-dinner's-getting-cold, just-wait-till-your-father-gets-home--
and only the slow children out on the lawns, marking off
paths between fireflies, making soft little sounds with their mouths, ohs
that glow and go out and glow. And their slow mothers flickering,
pale in the dusk, watching them turn in the gentle air, watching them
twirling, their arms spread wide, thinking, These are my children, thinking,
Where is their dinner? Where has their father gone?

there is a sign on our circle that says slow children at play............which is only slightly true, as the only cayle and lena are at the age of play....the others are under age 2 and don't get out much..............as for whether they are slow children is anybody's guess .....and as for me being a slow mother...................